In the vip hall filled with the hum of chatter, Robin approached Jarek, the bear-like man who was now the center of attention with his son's victory in the swordsmanship competition. As he neared, the sheer size of Jarek was imposing.

"Mr zahar" Robin said with a smile, extending his hand, "I wanted to congratulate you on your son’s impressive win. He’s incredibly skilled."

Jarek looked down at Robin, a wide grin breaking through his rugged face as he clasped Robin’s hand in a strong but friendly grip. "Ah, thank you, young master! My boy’s been working hard. He gets his stubbornness from me, I suppose," he chuckled, the deep rumble of his voice sounding more like a laugh than a growl.

Robin was surprised his reputation sky rocketed without him doing anything even a military man calling him a young master.

Robin laughed lightly, feeling the initial tension of the conversation ease away. "Well, whatever you’ve taught him, it’s working. I saw the determination in his movements the last movement he did was quite impressive and he gave a wonderful show for everyone here."

Jarek’s eyes sparkled with pride as he looked at Robin, a warmth radiating from him that contrasted sharply with his appearance. "You’re too modest, young master. From what I’ve seen, you’ve got some strength of your own. Especially with a grandmaster guarding your back."

At Jarek’s words, the room fell eerily quiet, as if the very air had been sucked out. Heads turned, eyes widened, and the VIPs who had been half-listening to the conversation now focused entirely on Robin, dumbstruck by the revelation. A grandmaster? The title wasn’t given lightly,

For normal people it was the peak of strength before one became a saint and it certainly wasn’t something expected of a young man like Robin to have in his service . Most grandmasters are in an important position in any organization. This once again gave them revelation about William familie's power. A grandmaster is acting as a guard that was something they could never imagined.

Robin kept his composure, "Grandmaster, you say?" Robin replied coolly, glancing toward his guard, Andrew, who stood a little ways off, expression neutral.

Jarek nodded, his voice carrying both respect and admiration. "Aye, anyone with an eye for skill could tell. The way he moves, the aura around him there’s no doubt. The VIPs in this room may not know it, but it’s clear as day to someone like me."

Murmurs broke out among the assembled elites, as they exchanged bewildered glances, trying to process what this revelation meant. The mystery surrounding Robin tightened like a shroud, drawing them deeper into curiosity. Who was this young man with such powerful connections? Why would someone of his age and status need protection from someone as formidable as a grandmaster?

Robin met Jarek’s gaze and gave a small, knowing smile. "I suppose you’ve seen more than most. But, like any good soldier, Andrew keeps me safe. I’m lucky to have him by my side."

Jarek clapped Robin on the back with a laugh that echoed through the room, causing a few of the VIPs to flinch at the sheer volume of it. "Luck? No, young master, that’s not luck—that’s power. Don’t sell yourself short."

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The lightness of Jarek’s tone helped break the tension, but the curiosity in the air remained thick. The conversation may have seemed casual, but beneath it was a growing web of intrigue, one that continued to tighten around Robin with every word spoken.

After talking about a few things with the giant robin returned to his sit.

Andrew came near robin and whispered "I can't tell how strong that man is. But one thing I'm sure of is he is way stronger than me"

Oliver replied with an uncertainty "I think he's at least at saint level but he might be a demigod because he worked for the celestial council in his youth."

Robin understood the power dynamic in this world is not that simple. A god-like being might be standing right in front of you anytime but you'd never know.

As the break ended, the lights in the arena dimmed, and the hum of conversation faded. All eyes turned to the main stage as Aria, the event’s host, stepped forward with a smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Aria’s voice rang out, clear and strong, “ after the exiting swordsmanship competition, the moment we’ve all been waiting for the magic duel is about to begin!”

A wave of excitement rippled through the audience, murmurs of anticipation filling the air. Robin, seated comfortably, leaned forward, his attention fully on the large screen that began to display the names of the participants.

One by one, the names appeared in bold, shimmering letters. As Robin scanned the list, something became immediately clear every participant was from a noble or wealthy family. Having access to more resources from childhood most rich families tend to create more magicians.

The names of prestigious houses flashed on the screen, reinforcing just how elite this competition was.

Then, his eyes caught a particular name Aiman William.

Robin felt a jolt of surprise. A William? Another member of his family? His mind raced with questions. He doesn't know much about any of his relatives , let alone someone involved in a competition of this level. Was Aiman a distant cousin? But just by looking at him robin could connect some dots.

Curiosity piqued, Robin leaned over to Oliver, his ever-loyal butler, who stood close by. “Oliver,” he whispered, keeping his voice low, “did you know about this Aiman William?

Oliver glanced at the screen, his expression thoughtful. After a moment, he nodded. “Yes, young master, he is aria's twin brother professor told you about."

Robin remembered the conversation he had with old man liam. But he has a question in the family the female has more talent for magic than men.

"Why doesn't aria compete in this compilation?" Robin asked curiously.

"Look around you. Everyone already knows who will win this compilation. Normally none of the kids from the family compete in any competition but i think aiman computing might have some political agenda. I've heard something from deputy butler Jackson that some organization is doing some shady stuff behind our back. It might be some kind of warning for them to stay in line. As for aria competing it will be too much overkill."

Robin thought like Earth even here every small thing is related to politics.

He looked back at the stage as Aria’s voice filled the hall once again. “Let the magic duel begin!”

The crowd erupted in applause, but the vip room was silent.

Just as Oliver had predicted, the magic duel turned out to be anticlimactic. Robin watched as Aiman William stepped into the arena, calm and collected. The moment the duel began, it was over in a flash. Each competitor fell, one after another, without putting up much of a fight.

Although the other match was fair but when it was against aiman he barely broke a sweat.

It was almost eerie how quickly the competition ended. Against aiman none of the other participants had a chance to show their skills. Spells were countered effortlessly, attacks were nullified, and opponents were dispatched in seconds. Aiman’s mastery over magic was absolute, and the crowd felt it—an unspoken warning that echoed through the arena: Do whatever you want, but never cross the William family.

The once lively crowd had fallen into a stunned silence. There were no cheers, no excitement—only an uneasy quiet that hung in the air. It wasn’t just a victory; it was a display of dominance. The message was clear.

Then, just like that, the compilation was over.

Aria, maintaining her graceful composure, stepped back onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our winner—Aiman William!” She raised her hands in applause, but only a few polite claps followed.

Now that both of them are on stage robin can see the resemblance in both tweens.

With a smooth smile, she continued, “Thank you all for joining us today. We bid farewell to all our honored guests and visitors. But don’t worry there’s much more in store for you tomorrow,”

As the crowd slowly began to disperse, Robin remained in his seat for a moment longer, his eyes fixed on Aiman, who walked off the stage as if nothing had happened. A William family member, indeed.