After successfully killing the powerful Elemental Creature, closing the spatial rift connected to the Elemental World, and resolving the crisis facing the team—at least, it had certainly looked like a crisis—old Mage Modir was quite excited. This powerful Spellcaster, who had just fired more than a dozen consecutive Legendary Magic spells, each nearly as powerful as a Naval Cannon, tightly grasped the hand of the swordsman, who had barely reacted from beginning to end, and beamed like a child.
It took the swordsman a long time to finally determine that the old Mage was neither joking with him nor praising him sarcastically.
The old man was serious... He was actually serious...
"I..." The swordsman's hands were tightly held by the old man, and he instinctively tried to pull free. Yet even after straining with all his strength, he could not move his arm in the slightest. He could only redden, continuing to tug at his hand as he awkwardly said, "I didn't help at all just now... You were the one who defeated that terrifying opponent..."
The more the swordsman spoke, the redder his face became. Recalling his "battle performance" just now, the burly man did not even know how to continue—apparently, aside from being pushed out in a daze for a while, his greatest achievement throughout the battle had been getting blasted into the air by the Shockwave, adding at least a little entertainment and spectacle to the fight. If time could turn back, his only wish would be to land on both feet when he fell... How was he supposed to say that out loud?
Old Mage Modir, however, was completely unaware of the swordsman's embarrassment. Still cheerfully holding his hand, he said quite modestly, "You are being too humble, young man. That does not suit the spirit