I swallowed dryly, defending against the magic of the Space Specialist and Curse Specialist that filled the entire area. I hadn’t felt something like this since I faced Arietta when she was just about to become a Demon King.

"Pretty good."

"Pretty good."

The two people in front of me said the same thing simultaneously and turned to look at each other while spitting out:

"Don't copy me, Communication Disorder."

"That's what I was about to say, Bit*h."

They growled as if they were about to fight each other at any moment, but their mana was still fierce, as if they were going to devour me.

The Space Specialist stared at the Curse Specialist before scoffing and looking at me. "It's impressive that you aren’t getting pushed back by me and Communication Disorder, Kid."

The way he spoke made it seem like he was looking down on me, but his eyes couldn't hide their admiration. I smiled lightly and answered casually. "It's basic."

"There are so many people who can't even do that basic thing." 

That's true.

"Come to think of it, I haven't heard how old you are, so why don’t we properly introduce ourselves? I am Grand Duke Parablum di Wisendria Blando, the Royal Instructor in Crescendria, the Magic Kingdom. I’m usually called...