Within the Secret Base...
"Impressive... So you've come so far, my little disciple"
Serra spoke impressed.
Serra knew that Ren had tremednous potential.
But to quell the chaos of this world and emerge as it's ruler...
That was a grand feat worthy of awe.
Serra gazed far away towards a distant place where they first met.
"It's time to fulfill my promise. Ren, my little disciple, who took the surname 'Wintercleave'... Let us meet once more."
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Serra called to the leader of the organization.
"Yes, Senior."
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"I'm done reading. I'm satisfied with your service and here is your reward."
Serra manifested a blue oriental armor in front of the man.
"This armor is called Lazurite. It will serve well as your reward."
The man hugged the armor with an excited expression.
"Thank you, Senior!"
"Well then... Time to leave.""
"Wait, Senior!"
Just as Serra was intending on leaving, the leader called out to him.
"Hm?"
"If you're intending on seeking Lord Ren, the Great Grandmaster, there is a tournament going on at the Wintercleave Capital. He will be present to judge and host the competition."
This news interested Serra.
"Oh? A tournament you say? An interesting way to choose talented youth."
Serra spoke while smiling.
"If that is all, I will leave now."
"Yes, Senior."
Serra disappeared in a flash of light.
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"Goodwin Cragel..."
Serra appeared up above the secret base.
"Hm... You may be a criminal, but you have a good heart. Consider this as an extra."
Serra cast a spell on Goodwin.
This spell would make Goodwin have better regeneration speed comparable to magical beasts.
Serra cast this spell without Goodwin's knowledge.
"Now then... Tournament, huh... Perhaps I'll attend. Just as I tested the current generation in my world... Perhaps I'll also test the generation in this world."
Serra spoke with a knowing smile as he left for the Wintercleave Capital.