"You won't die for now, but if you pull something like that again, who knows!" Wes snapped irritably. Though he had once been a country bumpkin, Caslo had still taught him the etiquette and integrity expected of a knight after he became a Dragon Knight halfway through life. Wes felt he still needed to save some face. He absolutely could not accept a Grand Forbidden Spell landing on his own people's heads. He might not have been the strongest Dragon Knight, but he could not become the most unprofessional one either...
After Caslo learned about it, however, he stared at Wes for an entire afternoon. Perhaps even he could not figure out why a Dragon Knight would throw a forbidden spell onto his own men's heads. Wasn't controlling a skill's area of effect a basic ability and professional ethic for a Dragon Knight? Caslo felt that Wes posed no threat to him on a high-level battlefield, but in the world of mentors, he could utterly ruin Caslo's reputation...
"You've grown, kid!" Caslo, who had come to provide support, patted Wes on the shoulder after landing, his face full of satisfaction. Worried that Wes, as a novice Dragon Knight, might run into trouble, Caslo had followed after him once Wes departed. Wind Dragons were the fastest-flying dragons to begin with, so although some time had passed, Caslo had still caught up close behind him.
"Why are you here, sir? What about His Majesty?" Wes looked behind him, thinking Roland's army had arrived as well.
"Stop looking. King Roland will need some more time! Those iron cans in heavy infantry armor aren't like the iron cans in the Knight Order. How fast do you expect them to run?" Caslo shook his head helplessly.
"Huh? But if you came here, then King