On the way to the camp's central command room, Benjamin clearly sensed that the atmosphere around him was somewhat different.
Whether they were wizards hurrying toward the front lines or wizards repairing Wizard Artifacts in temporary Workshops, the people they encountered along the way always lingered on him for an extra moment, intentionally or otherwise.
Those gazes were not hostile. They were more like a mixture of curiosity, scrutiny, awe, and... an indescribable air of gossip.
He could even faintly catch fragments of subtle, encrypted spiritual power fluctuations in the air. Clearly, someone was privately discussing him.
Benjamin frowned slightly.
He was not used to being watched so much, especially after having just suffered serious injuries.
"Don't mind it." Viola seemed to have seen through his thoughts. A teasing smile touched her lips as she lowered her voice.
"You're 'famous far and wide' now, Junior. You single-handedly counter-killed three Level 6 enemies, including the Hand of Annihilation, then took down the Chaos Cult's poster boy, the Holy Son, while severely injured... With achievements like that, it would be hard not to attract attention."
"The command headquarters hasn't officially announced it yet. They're probably conducting final verification and assessing the tactical value. But wizards have their own channels of information, especially in a frontline camp. The slightest stir can spread like wildfire."
"Right... as if!" Benjamin shot his senior a glance. "You definitely bragged too much!"
Rather than feeling ashamed, Viola looked thoroughly pleased with herself. "Oh, it was nothing, nothing. I didn't help all that much..."
Benjamin sighed, though he also knew that this was not actually a bad thing for wizards.
In fact, he did not really consider it bad either. His earlier discomfort had merely been a stress reaction.
After all, wizards were scholars by nature. Whether it