"Perfect. Such a so-called genius would be a perfect whetstone for me to establish myself in public and also prevent the Underworld Magisters from gaining a possible 9th Rank Mage," Dante stated with a hint of arrogance.
Master Elandor seemed pleased by this but also troubled. "Are you sure? It's fine if we risk it, but if we lose you…"
Dante laughed. "Master Elandor, even if Jameson has better magical talent than me and better combat prowess, it's fine. After all, don't I have something to rely on?"
He revealed his potent hellfire, which made even Master Elandor feel a hint of threat, and the elderly sage was astonished. After that, he broke into joyful laughter full of mirth.
"That's right! How could I forget?" Master Elandor chided himself.
