Bab 60: The Edge of Sanity

His brows twitched in frustration as he chased Gaston like a mad hound. The air whistled, and cracking sounds echoed as he blocked and deflected the dark bullet shot by his nemesis.

Yet, amidst the storm raging in his mind, a few clear thoughts manifested.

Gaston clearly never attended any magic academy, and no sane mage would have shared their knowledge with him. After all, Lucius told them that sharing anything above the first tier was a heavy crime and refused to teach the boy. Left with no choice, he patiently waited for Julius to grow up and enrol.

So, how could Gaston wield mana with such proficiency?

As ludicrous as it seemed, he believed he had reached the late stage of the first tier as a mage beside his tier-two body, making him more of a monster than he thought.

In the meantime, Gaston's mocking laughter kept echoing in his ears, asserting his self-confidence and dominance in this battle.

'This guy is even more annoying than me!'