"Martin is dead?"
A middle-aged man in a filthy black robe, with gloomy eyes and looking to be in his forties or fifties, stared at Claire from below the stage and asked.
Claire shrugged with a helpless expression. "Yes, he's dead."
Upon hearing Claire's words, the filthy wizard unconsciously frowned, his expression turning unpleasant.
"How did Martin die?"
The corners of Claire's lips lifted slightly as she chuckled. "I killed him."
"Hm?" The wizard raised his head in surprise and looked at Claire.
"You ambushed your teacher?!"
Claire maintained her smile as she walked toward him step by step. "He wasn't worthy of being my teacher. We had a small personal grudge, so I got rid of him."
As she spoke, Claire came within five meters of him. This distance gave Claire an advantage; after all, she still possessed the close-combat strength of a Magic Swordmaster.
"What?" Claire lowered her voice and stared into his eyes. "Do you want to avenge Martin?"
Claire's voice was extremely low, audible only to the two of them, yet her presence stunned him. He stood there dazed for several seconds before coming back to his senses.
Once he recovered, the wizard felt uncomfortable all over and unconsciously took several steps back to put some distance between himself and Claire. But after retreating only a few meters, he felt humiliated and forcibly stopped himself.
Then, after bolstering his courage inwardly, he said, "My relationship with Martin wasn't good enough for me to avenge him..."
Claire broke into a smile filled with friendliness. "That's good. I don't want to kill anyone else either. It's not like I'm someone who slaughtered innocents indiscriminately."
The wizard's heart jolted again. How arrogant! This kid is far too arrogant!
At first, he had assumed that someone as young as Claire