"Why am I always bothered by idiots when I just want a quiet life? I don't need fame, I don't need status. I just want to live in peace—so why the hell won't you all leave me alone?"
Swoosh!
A hot gust rippled through the training grounds. The air shimmered as Davis's Mana flared, the ground beneath him cracking faintly from the pressure. The heat was suffocating, like standing too close to the heart of a forge.
"Lord Second Elder."
The Second Elder turned, startled by the sharpness in Davis's voice. "What is it?"
"May I start the duel?"
For a split second, the elder thought he had misheard. The way Davis's tone cut through the air—it didn't sound like he was asking for permission to duel. It sounded like he was asking for permission to kill.
'Has he gotten stronger again?' The Second Elder's expression tightened. 'No… that can't be. It's only been a few days since his last duel. Even with monstrous talent, it's impossible to grow that much in such a short span.'
