"Who is this?"
Ian looked at the man, his brows knitting involuntarily.
He did not know him.
Moreover, the aura he gave off was far from weak—at least that of a mid-stage First Ring wizard.
But upon seeing the Molten Fire Academy Witch Robe he wore, Ian already had a vague guess.
At that moment, the wizard slowly approached Ian, staring at him as he spoke in an unhurried tone. "Was it you who killed my younger brother?"
Ian instantly understood that the wizard before him was Harold's older brother—the one whose brother had hired assassins to attack him.
"Yes."
Ian did not deny it.
Though Horton had been the one to kill him, there was nothing wrong with putting it on his own head.
"My name is Cassius Silverleaf, Harold's older brother." The wizard spoke calmly. "I have to say, my younger brother was too stupid. You did nothing wrong by killing him."
"???"
Ian raised a brow.
"But..." Cassius abruptly changed his tone, his gaze turning sharp. "He was my younger brother, the younger brother I raised with my own hands. Right or wrong aside, I still have to avenge him. Don't you agree?"
Ian looked at him.
That was not wrong.
"I won't make things difficult for you. You're only at the early stage of the First Ring, so how about this? I'll give you two years. Two years from now, the two of us will have a deathmatch. If you win, I die. If I win, you die. Simple as that. Of course, you can refuse—but I can't guarantee I won't go after other people. I hear you seem to come from a School."
Cassius spoke with an undercurrent of threat.
By this point—
Ian's brow had completely furrowed.
Ian looked at the wizard before him,