Zich watched his disciples leave. They still looked stunned by the sudden news, but Zich thought their stomps carried enough weight and power to pioneer a new future going forward.

‘I’m sure they will do well.’ Zich thought. After all, they were the disciples of himself and Lyla. Hans and Snoc were the guys he had raised and built from the very foundation by bringing them around to places for a long time. Combined with their natural talent and his merciless training, the two had grown so well that they wouldn’t lose to most strong fighters. Elena and Lara hadn’t traveled with him for as long, but there was no need to worry about them either.

Lara was already half-established when she joined the party. Despite Glen’s coercion and thanks to Hans’ advice, she hadn’t let go of the sword that brought her talents out to the fullest. Furthermore, she had built her skills through systematic training since she was young and possessed outstanding talent, as shown by how fast she had grown with only a little guidance here and there from Zich. It was the same for Elena. Although she couldn’t use any magic when they first met, her fundamentals were also solid. The magic she studied under Walwiss’ disapproving gazes acted as a sturdy...