When Rudy finally managed to rein in his laughter, he placed a hand on Michael's shoulder as if offering consolation.
"That fiancée of yours is really something," he said with a grin. "Make sure you introduce me to one of her friends, alright?"
Michael scoffed inwardly. Sure… when she actually makes a friend.
He didn't bother voicing the thought and instead nodded before glancing down at his soaked uniform trousers. Lifting his left hand a few inches above the damp fabric, he summoned mana particles to gather in his palm. A faint heat shimmered in the air as he cast a simple heating spell.
In moments, the moisture evaporated, leaving the cloth warm and dry.
Rudy's gaze immediately dropped—and lingered—on the source of the magic.
"Wow! How did you do that? Can you teach me?" he blurted, reaching out as if to test the dryness for himself.
Michael caught his wrist before he could make a very regrettable move.
"You don't know chore magic?"
