"You made it to the finals?" Karyl greeted Mikhail and Aidan, who had been waiting for him, with a casual wave as he returned to the inn. 0

"Welcome back," Mikhail replied, his demeanor noticeably different from their first meeting in the mercenary gang. 0

While initially born out of obligation to an employer, his respect for Karyl had—although he tried to conceal it—transformed into admiration.  0

Mikhail must have felt it after participating in the competition. The desire to learn magic… 0

After participating in the magic competition, he must’ve also wanted to fight like Karyl, and as a result, now aspired to learn magic. Although I taught him magic in this life because of Narh Di Maug's words, he originally was a swordsman.0

It was only natural for Karyl's unique fighting style to captivate him, as it was far different from that of ordinary sorcerers. But not yet. Only a few can master both aspects. If one is distracted by the greed for strength, one would become neither. 0

Karyl grinned softly at Mikhail. Don't worry. While I may not be the one to teach you magic,...0