A faint smile gradually appeared on Rain's face.
He had not spent the past month preparing only for a simple confrontation.
This time, he had prepared something that even Merlin would never expect.
"This time, it will be my win…"
Rain's fingers tightened around the scroll hidden inside his robe.
At this time, the anger in his eyes was accompanied by confidence.
He had not forgotten the difference in strength between himself and Merlin. In fact, the memory of that defeat was precisely why he had spent the past month preparing so carefully.
Even if he had barely seen Merlin's power, he was sure he was already reaching the peak of a mage…
Of course, Rain had initially believed that the old man was merely an experienced Survivor who happened to possess a powerful staff, but after gathering information from multiple sources, he had gradually realized just how foolish that assumption had been.
