"Haha, please don't take what just happened to heart."
"Honored sir, not only did I not mind your test in the slightest, I am grateful for it." The red-haired youth raised his head to look at Velin and answered earnestly, "If you had not suddenly appeared and created this opportunity for me, I might have needed much longer to create a new combat skill."
"Didn't mind..."
"Wait."
Velin suddenly realized something. Staring at the red-haired youth, he asked, "You said you created a new combat skill just now?"
"Yes, honored sir."
The red-haired youth answered calmly. Confidence shone in his eyes, and an unmistakable pride rested on his face.
"Lance, you brat, I'll..."
Velin waved his hand, stopping Leonas from scolding him.
He was very tolerant toward such geniuses.
"Your name is Lance, correct?"
Catching sight of the teacher who seemed eager to teach him a lesson, the red-haired youth slightly restrained his arrogant nature and put on a meek expression. "Yes, sir," he replied respectfully.
"I would like to give you a trial. If you succeed, I can grant you one request. But if you fail, you will have to come with me." Velin raised one finger and spoke slowly to the red-haired youth.
Upon hearing this, the red-haired youth lowered his head slightly and began weighing the pros and cons.
"Have you considered it?"
The gentle voice pulled the red-haired youth back to reality. He raised his head to look at Velin and said without hesitation, "Sir, I accept your trial, but please do not deceive me. If I win, you cannot refuse my request."
"Of course." Velin looked at the somewhat innocent genius, the corners of his lips curling upward as he smiled. "Very well. Are you ready now?"
"I can begin at any time," the red-haired