"Uhh, my name is Guilliman," shaking his head, Guilliman said. Now he understood why everyone was scared of this Old Devil. Aside from his name, it seemed like the old man was a handful.
"Hmm, if you say so… Willy boy, what do you mean by apprentice? You know my standards," the old sneered, then panned his head to the middle-aged man.
He would not teach anyone with a lackluster affinity; he had tried and failed several times, and he wasn't going to do it again.
"Ahh? Don't tell me you've upped your standards, old man! Not even someone with an Arcane can satisfy you? Well, I guess we should be going, kid…" Quickly grabbing Guilliman by the arm, the middle-aged man named Willy went straight for the door, attempting to leave…
—"Wait, did you say an Arcane affinity?!!" The old devil's voice sounded with a look of shock and panic on his face.
