"Reese, there's nothing shameful about this. You're merely cautious enough."
Watching the scorched earth ahead, Reese rapidly worked on his own mental preparations.
For members of the Castalian Family, the most important thing was knowing how to judge the situation.
Mentor Timothy of A Caster's Survival Guide had repeatedly stressed that when facing an existence with absolute power, humility was the first rule for extending one's lifespan.
He hesitated no longer.
"Um... junior..."
Seeing the younger student cast him a slightly surprised look, Reese hurriedly bent his waist and back even lower. With an awkward laugh, he said, "Look, your points must have long surpassed the current hundredth place's 166 points."
"To wipe out those orcs so quickly, you cast such terrifying spells one after another. Your mana and mental energy must have been greatly depleted."
"How about taking a rest here for a while?"
"As for the grunt work of running errands and unlocking cages for these Lorne soldiers locked inside them, leave it to me, all right?"
Though he did not finish speaking, his meaning had already been tactfully conveyed.
He carefully watched the other party's expression.
It could not be helped. Though he had just been allotted three gems, he was still far from securely making it into the top hundred.
He truly wanted more points.
And those two flashes of lightning had thoroughly made him realize just how foolish his earlier notion of teaching the other party a lesson had been.
What did a max-level [Lightning Bolt] even mean?
Normally, this was a core evocation spell that students only began encountering in their third year.
What the vast majority of students had to do was barely construct the model and successfully cast it before the end of the semester.
In other words, most students might not