Wrong Answer

The dungeon reeked of blood and flesh. Inside this dimly lit room, the Rank 1 Magi of the Flynn Family stood with their backs facing the walls, their expressions grim and menacing.

On the other side of the dungeon, six people were hung from their wrists with chains. Their bodies were littered with varying degrees of wounds, each one ghastlier than the last.

The door to the dungeon suddenly creaked open, and Adam and Elysande made their way in.

"We greet the Young Lady!"

"We greet Lord Constantine!"

The Magi stationed inside the dungeon got on one knee and respectfully welcomed the pair. The salutations they gave Adam were in no way any different than the way they addressed Elysande.

Having fought alongside the young man for several years now, the Magi of the Flynn Family had come to deeply admire him.

In the world of Magi strength was respected by all.