Bab 276: Bets

Aizel's gaze shifted towards Alecra, whose countenance was adorned with a wide, self-assured smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear.

It was a grin of triumph as if he already knew he would come out on top in the upcoming bout. 

  As Aizel's gaze swept the surroundings, his attention was drawn to a mage standing beside him, his presence almost going unnoticed at first. 

The magician seemed somewhat shorter than Aizel, with untidy hair that fell in random directions.

Scars and wounds covered his weathered skin like a tapestry, showing that he had been in war and had been through hard times. Despite the damage to his body, the mage smiled like Alecra, baring his two missing teeth. 

Suddenly, Aizel's face changed into one of disgust.

You gotta be fucking kidding me."

[Master, it seems no one still takes you seriously, and everyone considers you a kid.]

Veins started to pop on his forehead.

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