Arriving in Type-Moon, Currently Unreachable

But if one has no choice, who would want to run away?

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Chapter 31: Bonds

"Lift your head." Rider's voice was sterner than ever before. Waver felt as if the sound was piercing his eardrums.

Waver tried to cover his ears, but Rider's voice came again, even more terrifying than the last time.

"Lift your head! Look at me!"

Trembling, Waver lifted his head. Rider saw the cowardly expression on his face. Rider sighed. His aura was much weaker than when he was first summoned, but compared to his past self, Rider now possessed an imposing dignity even without anger, like an wrathful deity.

The oppressive pressure from that mighty aura was so strong it forced Waver to lower his head.

I'm not worthy to stand alongside such a king. The thought circled in Waver's mind.

Yes, I'm just a thief, a parasite trying to gain something for nothing with Rider's power.

"How do you view innate talent?" The expected scolding didn't come. Waver looked up in astonishment, finding that Rider had stopped the Divine Bull and was gazing into the distance, not seated but riding the Divine Bull.

Waver remained silent. Things hadn't unfolded as he'd imagined.

Ignoring Waver's odd behavior, Rider spoke to himself, "That's probably the most frustrating thing in the world. I had the best teachers in the world, yet because I was often sick, I couldn't learn the essence of combat."

Waver looked at the robust Rider, finding it hard to believe that this two-meter-tall, red-haired strongman had been a sickly youth in his younger days.

"Every time I sparred with my teacher, I'd be defeated within three moves," Rider sighed. "Now that I think about it, if my teacher had gone all out, I would have been killed instantly!"

What is Rider trying to say? Waver couldn't help but wonder.

"Waver, do you like Magecraft?" Rider lifted Waver and placed him on the back of another Divine Bull. The process was like a burly farmer grabbing a chick, looking particularly comical.

"I do," Waver answered without hesitation.

"We're quite similar in this regard." Rider clapped Waver on the shoulder, the sudden immense force nearly knocking Waver off the bull's back.

"This King loved combat, but no matter how much I trained, I couldn't defeat my teacher," Rider said, laughing heartily at Waver's clumsy state. "It's like how you can't catch up to your classmates in Magecraft."

"Rider, what exactly are you trying to say?" Even if he were slower, Waver could tell Rider bore him no ill will. On the contrary, he wanted to tell Waver something.

"Have you ever seen historical records that mocked me for my poor combat talent?" Rider's smile gradually faded as he asked Waver.

"No." Indeed, no one would slander Alexander the Great over such a trivial matter. People only talked about how Alexander tamed the wild horse Bucephalus at the age of 12, and how he conquered the Persian Empire, establishing a dynasty that spanned Europe, Asia, and Africa.

"Kid, remember this: you are a man who can fight alongside This King, not someone incompetent!" Rider roared. "Magecraft is just a part of your life. It's ridiculous to measure the value of your entire life by a part of it!"

"Whoever told you that having poor Magecraft ability makes you useless, This King will beat them until they're crawling on the ground!"

"Rider, you... you don't mind me being a burden to you?" Waver looked at the majestic, god-like Rider, momentarily stunned, his words becoming somewhat jumbled.