Lawrend waited, and after a few minutes, the receptionist came back. This time, someone was behind him.

"Lawrend!"

Olgar instantly spotted Lawrend. He ran towards him with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Olgar."

Lawrend greeted him with a smile.

"What happened to you? You're alright?"

Olgar looked Lawrend up and down. He expected Lawrend to come back hurt. It made him surprised that Lawrend looks like he just took a bath.

"I'm alright, Mr. Olgar. More importantly, where are Aleshia and the rest?"

Lawrend responded with a smile before asking him.

"They're staying in an inn."

Olgar replied to Lawrend.

"An inn? Where?"

Lawrend asked Olgar impatiently.

"Before I tell you, come with me here."

Olgar pulled Lawrend to a corner.

"What is it, Mr. Olgar?"

Lawrend could already guess what Olgar was gonna ask.

"What happened to the Noble Demon?"

Olgar asked Lawrend grimly.

Hearing Olgar's question, Lawrend already had an answer prepared.

"I killed her."

Lawrend responded with a smirk.

"Y-You! How?!"

Olgar looked at Lawrend in disbelief.

"She fell unconscious, and I killed her with my spell."

Lawrend answered his question.

"Really?"

Olgar still couldn't believe it. Lawrend's words sound so unbelievable. After all, that was a Noble Demon! She was as strong as an Arch Mage.

"Yes. It seems that she was too tired. So I took advantage of the situation and killed her."

Lawrend nodded his head and explained to Olgar.

"I see. Do you have any of her horns?"

Olgar nodded in understanding before asking him.

"Huh? No, I don't."

Lawrend shook his head in puzzlement.

"You should have brought it back with you. We could have used it as proof that you killed the demon. The Former King, Junova Undrasil, issued a decree that whoever killed that demon who just escaped will be allowed to request him of anything! That includes his granddaughter!"

Olgar explained to Lawrend with a slight tinge of regret in his voice. In his opinion, Lawrend wasted a good opportunity to betroth the princess.

"Mr. Olgar, I didn't know that you like to play the matchmaker."

Lawrend said to Olgar jokingly.

"Hahaha. I was just looking out for you."

Olgar laughed hearing Lawrend's words.

"There's no use crying over spilled milk. Anyways, which inn are they staying at?"

Lawrend smiled as he asked Olgar.

"They are at the Phoenix-Dragon Inn, Room 4K. It's located several streets away from the guild."

Olgar replied and explained to Lawrend.

"Thank you. I'll head there."

Lawrend nodded his head in gratitude. He then left the Mage Guild to find the inn that Olgar mentioned. He also noticed the darkening sky.

It took Lawrend a few questions to the passersby before he found it. It was a tall and luxurious inn. There was a statue of a dragon and phoenix at the entrance.

"Huh. This inn looks so overbearing."

Lawrend thought out loud.

He entered the building and looked around. There was a large dining restaurant inside. A violinist was playing on a small stage in the corner while the customers ate their expensive-looking food. Overall, it was a relaxing atmosphere.

"Damn. This is almost as if I'm in a luxury hotel from my previous life."

Lawrend exclaimed in surprise. After he became a True Mage, more memories from his past life came to him, so he was shocked when he saw such a familiar setting.

Lawrend walked through the room and headed for the receptionist counter.

"Good evening, Mr. Elite Mage."

The female receptionist greeted him with a smile. She noticed Lawrend's special Mage Guild pin.

"What room would you like? A comfortabl-"

Just as she was giving Lawrend examples, he interrupted her.

"I would like to visit my friends in Room 4K."

Lawrend said to her.

"Ah, I see. Hmmm… Who are they to you?"

The receptionist nodded her head as she scrolled through a booklet while asking him.

"Ugh, they are my maids?"

Lawrend replied awkwardly. It sounded weird now that he said it.

"Maids?"

The receptionist furrowed her eyebrows. She glanced at Lawrend and the booklet in front of her.

"Security! Seize this man!"

The receptionist's face suddenly turned cold, and she shouted.

"W-What? Why?"

Lawrend looked at her in confusion. Several swordsmen in thick armor walked out from a door on the side, and they restrained Lawrend.

"Hmph. You dare call the Undrasil Mage Academy's prodigies your maids. How shameless! What kind of an Elite Mage are you?"

The receptionist looked at Lawrend in disgust.

"Wait! This is a misunderstanding! What do you mean academy prodigies?"

Lawrend protested to her and asked in confusion.

"Take him away!

The receptionist ordered the swordsmen.

"Yes, ma'am."

They all replied in salute before taking Lawrend outside of the building. The customers watched in interest as Lawrend was dragged outside.

"H-Hey! Let me go!"

Lawrend tried to struggle, but even with his enhanced True Mage body, he was still powerless.

The swordsmen finally dragged Lawrend to the exit of the inn. They threw him outside without care.

"Ahh!"

Lawrend shouted in alarm. He rolled on the streets, causing many passersby to stop and look at him in ridicule. It was already night, and the street was illuminated with white lanterns.

"Don't come back here!"

A swordsman from the group shouted to Lawrend. They then entered back into the inn, except for one who stayed and observed Lawrend.

"What the hell?"

Lawrend patted his clothes and stood up angrily. He walked away from the inn and headed back to the Mage Guild. He will ask Olgar what was going on.

...

"Where's Mr. Olgar?"

Lawrend walked in front of the same receptionist from earlier and asked.

"I'll call him."

The receptionist nodded his head and left. Before long, Olgar came out. This time, he looked at Lawrend, confused.

"They weren't there?"

Olgar asked with a frown.

"No. I was kicked out! They said something about academy prodigy or something."

Lawrend explained to Olgar in anger about what happened earlier.

"I see. I'm sorry, Lawrend. I should have said it to you earlier."

Olgar nodded his head before he bowed towards Lawrend in apology.

"Why?"

Lawrend furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He couldn't follow Olgar's words.