Field walked ahead without looking back or slowing down, but an oppressive aura radiated heavily from his entire body.
"Different? That head of yellow hair, those sleazy eyes, those dirty thoughts—he really is different from everyone else."
The young girl was somewhat unconvinced.
"You've never spent time with him. You don't understand him at all. He's so outstanding—how is he as awful as you say?"
The girl hurried after him and grabbed Field's sleeve.
Field stopped and turned to look at his daughter.
"I don't understand him? I can see right through him at a glance!"
"Those sweet nothings, that pretended look of deep affection—they're exactly like your old man back then. No one in this world understands that kind of person better than I do!"
The girl froze, her eyes widening.
"Father, you were like that back then too?"
Field coughed and looked away.
"Let's not talk about the past. In any case, I won't allow you to be with him."
The girl's eyes reddened.
"If he's just like you, then why won't you let me be with him? Were you no good yourself back then?"
Field choked on his words. He wanted to refute her, but could not find anything appropriate to say.
He scratched his head, about to say something, when the communication Wizard artifact at his waist suddenly began vibrating violently.
He took out the communication Wizard artifact and glanced at its screen. A single line of text had been sent by his mentor.
"Congratulations to Lord of Myriad Phenomena Lynn on advancing to Stigma. Effective immediately, he is listed among the academy's core combat forces."
Field's hand went stiff. He stared at that line of text, his mouth hanging open and refusing to close.
What the hell?
Lynn?
That junior apprentice who had once