"Ahh.. It looks like our famous little guest is back." said Isvel at the Sur camp entrance.
"Famous??" replied Angus.
"Well, I hear a black-haired youngster killing a third-grade combatant in the arena with only fucking [Mana Ball]. The story of your performance has already spread around." said Isvel.
"Well, I was just lucky to find an easy opponent." replied Angus nonchalantly.
"Still, that's a great feat. Maybe I should learn [Mana Ball] from you, dear cousin? Anyway.." Isvel once again turned into chatterbox mode.
Hearing Isvel's rambling, both Angus and Jayna could only roll their eyes while trying to ignore him.
Fortunately, a guard came towards them, saving both Angus and Jayna from Isvel's rambling.
"Excuse me, young master Angus and Lady Jayna. The clan head asked for your presence in his tent." said the guard politely.
