"Don't hold back, Logan."
Felix shouted calmly from among the students watching the test.
His voice carried across the training ground, but there was no fear in it. Instead, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes as he watched the two students standing opposite each other.
"Quiet, Ashenlocke! I already don't plan on holding back!"
Logan shouted back, clearly annoyed by Felix's words.
He took a slow breath afterward and looked toward Maxwell.
The smugness that had been on his face earlier had faded into something more serious.
Maxwell stood several meters away.
He wasn't even in a proper fighting stance.
His arms hung naturally at his sides, and his body looked completely relaxed despite the pressure coming from Logan.
Logan's eyes narrowed.
Prince Tristin already told me that this trash commoner is the disciple of some amazing old Alchemist who created his own type of Alchemy Path.
His gaze shifted toward Fatima.
