Master, Please Accept Your Disciple's Bow!

"If you didn't have powerful ancestors backing you, do you really think you'd have produced so many Sorcerers?"

The Ancient One laid bare the truth without mercy.

"My ancestors are powerful, and I'm proud of it!"

"Got a problem with that?"

Kasido puffed out his chest, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

The Ancient One's face darkened.

She should never have expected him to have any shame.

"Hmph."

"Don't get too smug. You still have to offer tea to my apprentice later."

"And remember to call me Grandmaster."

The Ancient One laughed happily.

Kasido's expression froze.

He had completely forgotten about that.

He was doomed!

"Ahem."

"Ancient One, must you be so ruthless? Leave me a little dignity, won't you?"

Kasido looked miserably at his old friend.

"Are you planning to go back on your word?"

The Ancient One feigned surprise.

"Of course not! I, Kasido, always keep my word!"

Kasido sprang from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Good."

"Call me Senior Master."

The Ancient One spoke calmly.

"No!"

Kasido stiffened his neck, stubborn as a child.

"That's fine."

"I have all the time in the world."

"And those two are nearly done fighting."

The Ancient One smiled.

If Ren had been standing there,

he never would have believed this was the usually solemn Sorcerer Supreme.

Kasido's expression changed when he heard that.

He turned to look.

His apprentice was circling Ren like an obsessed fan.

One glance told Kasido he was completely won over.

"Damn it!"

"You little traitor."

Kasido cursed in fury.

"I'd say this young man is much smarter than certain old fossils."

The Ancient One delivered another casual jab from the sidelines.

That remark nearly gave Kasido a stroke.

Before long,

Ren brought Harris up to the viewing platform.

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