Champion

Jacqueline Castle, underground secret vault.

Anse, Elise, and Brynhild had just finished their meal. They gathered beside the Rebirth Cauldron to await Stol's resurrection, chatting idly.

Maeve was dozing in Elise's arms when Rex the pseudodragon boldly crept over, only to be smacked in the face by Maeve's tail and sent tumbling away.

But Rex was not angered. He crawled forward a few steps and, this time, did not dare get too close. He merely crouched quietly by Elise's feet.

Anse shook his head with a laugh, but he had no intention of meddling.

The moment Rex first saw Maeve, he had insisted on approaching her. Even after being taught a lesson several times, he still refused to change.

It had sensed that Maeve was no ordinary black cat, but it did not know that Maeve was an Arcane Spirit of high intelligence. The two were fundamentally different.

Naturally, Rex did not understand, but Brynhild had noticed a few clues.

She stared at the Spellbook peeking out from beneath Maeve and asked with an unreadable expression, "You're a wizard?"

"Part-time," Anse replied casually.

"You don't focus on developing your innate magic, yet you're also working as both a Paladin and a wizard. Do you really have enough time? You're wasting your talent. Only specialization will take you further." Brynhild's expression remained calm, though her tone carried a hint of admonition.

Most Elves were more talented than humans, but once they reached the high-level stages, that advantage had long since been erased. They could only rely on their longer Lifespans to keep studying magic.

Brynhild had been stuck at the high-level stage for many years. Only with the aid of divinity had she barely stepped into a higher rank. Having suffered through it herself, she naturally did not want such a