"You want to learn the most powerful magic?" Dean Bruce chuckled. "You wish! That kind of magic isn't something you can just learn because you want to."
"Hehe," Prolo Hawthorne grinned sheepishly. "Master, please teach me. If I learn it, I can impress my grandfather, and you two could end up working together, right?"
"…"
Dean Bruce shook his head and said, "The magic I teach is not something easily grasped. Are you sure you want to learn?"
He added, "Let me make it clear—if you can't comprehend the magic within a month, our master-student relationship ends there."
Dean Bruce wasn't too concerned about the details. He was mainly interested in gaining the system rewards for teaching.
So as long as the magic was successfully learned, he'd be content.
Prolo Hawthorne, despite his playful demeanor, was quite talented and confident. Coming from a prestigious background, he wasn't worried about the month-long deadline.
