Bridget's words echoed across the room with such unshakable faith that it made the likes of Boris Fanum shift uncomfortably in his seat. One of the examinees fighting in there was, after all, his son.
Despite the immense talent Theo had displayed in recent years, there had never been a time when the headmistress of the academy had said such powerful words about him! For this kid to be acknowledged by one of the strongest experts in the capital... it only meant one thing!
He was a monster, someone who was on par with the students of the elite class.
A thin line of sweat slid down Boris's face as he recalled Nox's fierce gaze back at the Adventure Guild. Although his level was nothing to write home about, I strongly suspected something was wrong. I know it—my instincts hadn't been lying then... is it because he's the son of Arthur?
