"Not bad. He's a clever one—saved us a great deal of trouble."
In a concealed chamber somewhere within Noren Academy, a group of wizards had gathered here as usual. The light screen above them displayed Benjamin's various performances in the Gray Rock Plane.
Oswaldo's figure slowly emerged. Although he had already left the Gray Rock Plane, he still seemed able to directly observe the situation within it.
Seeing the elderly knight commander tremblingly pick up the sealing sphere, he looked satisfied.
"If he hadn't had any sense, we could only have cleared him out. Then we'd have had to pull some more creatures in from other planes."
"You've worked hard."
A slightly balding figure nodded to Oswaldo, then turned his gaze back to the light screen overhead.
Oswaldo waved a hand dismissively. "It's nothing much. These fellows were completely unchallenging—at most, they served as a warm-up."
Clark nodded slightly and said nothing further, merely returning his attention to the light screen.
At Clark's prompting, the footage on the light screen suddenly sped up. In the blink of an eye, it replayed everything Benjamin had done over the past few days.
When Benjamin flew above the Native army and continuously unleashed Fireball Spells, even Clark's eyes could not help revealing a trace of admiration.
Oswaldo watched it all from the side as well. Though he had remained within the plane the entire time, his attention had initially been focused more on Augusta and Horn. Seeing Benjamin's experiences along the way, he could not help clicking his tongue in amazement. "This kid's pretty strong. But he really doesn't have much desire to explore—no wonder you contacted me separately and asked me to draw him onto the battlefield."
"But the firepower of his fireballs is truly outrageous. That casting speed and duration... he's