Suddenly, Kent turned towards the Supreme Sword Magus, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"Why are you doing this, Supreme? Why did you announce that I'm your distant relative and secret disciples? I don't think you are a man who takes orders from someone." Kent asked, his voice calm but firm, his gaze unwavering as he sought the truth behind the Sword Magus's actions.
The Supreme Sword Magus smiled warmly at Kent. His smile was broad, but there was something behind it—an undercurrent of hidden motives.
"Who would deny such a lucky opportunity? I am basking in great fame and attention now that you are my secret disciple." He replied, his tone light as if discussing the weather.
Kent frowned at the response. The words were too simple, too convenient. He could feel there was more beneath the surface, something the Supreme wasn't saying. "Tell me the real reason, Supreme," Kent pressed, his voice growing more serious, more demanding.
