At the mention of his name by the youth in the scarf, Fike gazed back at him cautiously.
"I'm Fike, what's the matter?"
He moved, standing in front of Sertia and guarding her with one hand outstretched.
Seeing his actions, the youth smiled.
"Relax, buddy, I'm not here for your little girlfriend!"
Hearing this, Fike lowered his guard by a bit.
"My name is Rowan. I'm the strongest among this batch of Melee School students!"
"As for the others in our school, you don't need to pay them any mind. You just need to remember me!"
A cheeky smile appeared on his face as he continued to say.
"Fike, I'll have to trouble you to make it among the top ten of your Spell School! My Demon Slayer Blade is very interested in your longsword!"
At his words, Fike looked down at the greatsword laying on the desk in front of Rowan.
Rowan stood up abruptly, picking up his weapon and resting it on Fike's shoulder.
