The skeleton, which had been sprawled on the floor, staggered to its feet upon seeing us.

“...What the hell are you?”

“Don’t you know who the great mage is? Did your brain go empty, or was the scene from earlier too stimulating for you, old virgin mage?”

The skeleton was about to shout something back but stopped, gripping his staff tightly.

It seemed like he decided not to continue the conversation, perhaps because it would just irritate him further, and wanted to dismiss us instead.

Was this wisdom worthy of a great mage, or was it the foolishness of someone …