"You should address him as 'Your Excellency,'" the Divine Master said, unmoved by the man's status.
"You expect someone old enough to be his father to call an apprentice 'Your Excellency'?" the male cat-person said, walking over to the window of the private box and shaking his head as he looked at the arena: "It's either you who is mad, or I am."
"Don't call a kid who can use a five-ring spell formation an apprentice, and besides, he's already at level nine now, level nine at fifteen years old. To say his heart is as tough as steel wouldn't be an exaggeration," Ollie finished, flicking her tail at her fellow cat-person: "You're blocking my view."
"The people haven't even taken the stage yet." Despite saying this, the male stepped aside, making space, and looked curiously at her: "By the way, didn't you take action against that Malin?"
