But after a moment, there was an extra hint of emotion in his voice, and he said pointedly:
"However, you are right, as Mr. Luxius's student, I should learn more about the teacher's unrestrained attitude... and perhaps exhibit a bit of my personal flair.
After all, having come this far, I don't want to become 'Little Lucius', but rather the one and only Kael, so that future Mages will revere my name as if I were a deity."
With hands clasped, Kael's gaze gradually turned icy cold.
The Floating Cannon that had been clustered around Kael instantly dispersed, leaving only part of them hovering nearby.
"Coral, the task of protection is up to you, any problem with that?"
At some point, a young-looking Little Witch was half-seated sideways on a Flying Broom, letting out a silvery laugh:
"Coral at your command, rest assured and leave it to me."
Below, the Bartlet Monarch smiled, a rare flash of seriousness in his eyes, and said:
