After the battle.
Ian could clearly feel the change in everyone's attitude.
The Wizards of the school looked at him with awe. Even the Green Corridor Wizards opposite them had put away their arrogance.
It left Ian reflecting.
In the world of Wizards, strength was always the most effective way to change how others treated you.
"Thank you. My name is Lawrence Cresswell."
A pale-faced Green Corridor Wizard slowly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Ian.
Naturally, he had no idea Xavier had been ready to rescue him at any moment.
All he knew was that without Ian, he would have been dragged into the flock of harpies and lost his life.
Ian nodded, acknowledging the introduction.
"Ian!"
Among the crowd, Sam looked at Ian, who stood out so brightly, with different eyes than before.
The last time he had seen Ian fight was when Ian killed a fellow Second-class Apprentice Witch in Emerald City.
He had never imagined Ian was this strong.
Just now, he had even received support from Ian's attacks.
It was hard to describe the feeling.
"Well done." Xavier slowly descended too, looking at Ian with praise.
"You were the impressive one, sir!"
Ian was not just being modest.
If the two of them had not killed the First Ring Wizards, the rest of them could never have defended the Airship.
"No need to be modest." Xavier shook his head, then tossed him a skull.
"This is the skull of a First Ring harpy. It contains a formed rune, the source of their shrieking mental attacks. It's at the First Ring level."
"Thank you, sir."
Ian's eyes lit up.
That attack had seized the initiative with its first cry. It was powerful, and he had few mental attacks of his own.
What was more, it was