"I'll take you to the Medical Room and treat you."
"I think I've caught a cold."
"I'll find a potion."
"I faint at the sight of blood."
"How come you were perfectly fine when you helped Horton?"
"I..."
"One Black Iron Medal!"
"This..." Suye hesitated.
The other three members of the Fifth Table stared at Suye in disbelief.
"How about a Bronze Medal?" Suye asked.
"One Black Iron Medal plus access to the Mirror Gate once a month for a year, provided you can win. If you don't agree, I'm leaving right now."
"Deal!"
Suye stood up briskly, tucked the Magic Book under his arm, and walked outside.
The three of them exchanged glances and fully understood why Niedern had sought out Suye.
"This is insane..." Rolon muttered.
Lake hurriedly stood up and said, "Teacher Niedern, although Suye has a talent for magic, he has far too little experience. What if he gets seriously injured by going up there rashly?"
Suye glanced at Lake, feeling a warmth in his heart. Although this man devoted himself entirely to studying, he seemed to be very kind deep down.
Niedern merely snorted and said, "If you could have advanced to apprentice sooner, why would Plato Academy have to choose a Two-Day Mage?"
Suye gave Niedern an annoyed look. What do you mean, Two-Day Mage? Why does that sound so unpleasant? Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't take a jab at me every day? Lake's face immediately flushed bright red.
Suye turned back and said, "Thanks, Lake. Don't worry. If I run into danger, I'll surrender immediately. Teacher Niedern isn't afraid of losing face, so what do I have to fear?"
Lake helplessly nodded and said, "Be careful. Not one noble is a good person!"
As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Rolon.