Elder Mirpa smiled lightly and said, "In addition, isn't it a name that suits you, who broke away from the conventional framework of magic by combining martial arts and magic?"

"Haha, if you think about it like that, I suppose so,” I affirmed, smiling.

Elder Mirpa gave some serious advice. "But don't get conceited. Although your magic is wide, its depth is shallow compared to mine and that of others."

"I know. It's only been sixteen years since I learned magic, so it's not enough to match the level others have built up over a hundred years."

In response to my answer, Elder Mirpa shook her head. "Well, even if you are conceited, you aren’t the type to show off. Rather, you’re more likely to hide and hit someone in the back of the head."

"That's too much. It's just that it’s just easier to take advantage of the situation when someone has their guard down. And since you're complimenting me, please compliment me properly," I said.

Elder Mirpa snorted at my grumbling. "It's a compliment. Pride is poison to a magician. In that sense, your bad personality is perfect for a magician."

Still, there was no pure praise. If she were a person who gave a lot of compliments, I might have been satisfied and...