“Honestly, I can comprehend everything else, but…” With a faint smile, Yulis fixed his horn-rimmed glasses, which exaggerated his soft features. He added, “I’m having a hard time believing the nonverbal casting, even after seeing it with my own eyes. Also… I can only feel the mana of an ordinary person or less from you, sir.”

Yulis was most curious about the nonverbal casting, which was a theoretically impossible system. Davey thought it was at least a relief that they didn’t think the hundreds of lightning bolts that fell on the forest were his doing, since that was just a different level of power entirely.

“Hm…” Davey hummed, then chuckled. He stared at his glass, swirling his wine. “I worked hard.”

Winley, Baris, and Yulis were dumbfounded.

“Pardon?” Yulis asked.

“I worked incredibly hard in that short time.”

Davey was not lying to the bewildered trio. His time in the Hall had been short; to be honest, even a thousand years were not enough for him to train and understand everything. He had trained from morning to night without rest, and he would even wake...