In the middle of a dense forest, the stench of blood drifted in the air.
There could be seen a strange scene where the corpses of Orcs were floating around in a quicksand area.
Amidst the corpses stood a young boy who was rubbing off the blood from his shortsword on the body of a dead Orc.
"It seems you didn't need my help in the end. Great job there."
Felix raised his head to the top of a tree where Graham stood with an impressed look on his face.
"Oh, Sir Graham...I was just lucky.", he said humbly.
Graham stepped off the tree and dropped to the ground like a soft feather, as he replied.
"I don't think the word 'lucky' suits your results. It's more like you're... a genius."
He complimented while staring at the boy with deep interest.
"A dual profession of Swordman and an Earth Mage, I suppose. That's pretty amazing for someone as young as you."
