There was no keeping this matter under wraps. Even if the people in the training grounds kept it secret, the elderly friends "watching the battle" here would spare no effort in spreading it far and wide.
Old friends were like Vien Miso: the longer they aged, the more easily they went bad.
One old man rubbed his chest as he said, "This Kallen is interesting. He's clearly very good at close combat, yet he completely fooled that old fellow Liwen."
"Yes, Liwen was right about one thing. He's the sort you least want to see among your opponents, but most hope to see on your own side. I like young people with brains."
"Did you notice how good he is at spell arts? In both efficiency and strength, the spell arts he used exceeded the level of a normal Inquisitor. No, they were at a level a normal Inquisitor simply couldn't reach."
"I noticed. More importantly, I noticed he wasn't going all out. He was holding back a little."
"He steadily backed Liwen into a corner, then knocked him flat with one final sword strike. He even accounted for the counterattack from Liwen's guardian beast. When would someone fight like that? When he knows he can win steadily as long as he doesn't make mistakes or take risks.
"He was facing a Deputy Knight Commander, you know. Even a retired one, even one who'd restricted his strength to the first tier-but that mindset, tsk, tsk. Whose child is he?"
"He's a real talent. That old bastard Liwen always used to say people from the Knight Order didn't have obvious weaknesses like outsiders. I think this Kallen is the one who truly has no weaknesses."
"By the way, Pilo, you already taught a class yesterday. Do you remember this student?"
Pilo