Only a month had passed... since the Caster City State incident...
Wubuli lit a cigar and held it in his mouth, his silver eyes reflecting the figure of the young Wizard in the Gladiatorial Arena.
Although he had just bet on Wei'en to win, he had imagined it would be a grueling, narrow victory, achieved only by borrowing a forbidden item and drawing on the essence of his role as the Lady of Calamity's vessel.
He never would have thought it would be like this—holding his own against "One-Eye" Adolard, relying solely on his own power and Magic.
"Tsk, does Ales know he's growing at such a terrifying rate?"
'He probably doesn't, right?'
Wubuli felt a headache coming on. If Wei'en was this strong already, what would happen if you added the forbidden item, Little White Fur, and whatever other powers might emerge...
'This mission is not looking good!'
In contrast to him, Ronan, on the other side, watched Wei'en's calm expression, a wide grin spreading across his face.
