It seems that the Helois Monarch has already given everyone a satisfactory answer.
As long as War Mages exist, there is always a chance for the beautiful flower of spells to bloom, even in the desert of magic.
The questions he once didn't know how to solve, today found an agreeable answer.
Thinking about this, he marveled once again: "The younger generation is truly formidable!"
The Goatman Monarch had received the answer he wanted, and as Kael looked at the scene of thunderous applause below the stage, his eyes subtly shifted.
Now, hasn't Kael also received the answer he desired?
The gazes fixed on him, the acknowledgments from fellow mages, they all paused to admire the flower he nurtured with his blood and time, what an immense honor.
[With this, the two years of preparation have somewhat...allowed me a little peace of mind.]
Thus, he chuckled lightly and placed a perfect period on the theory he had articulated:
