Varian, you better die

"V-Varian?" Seth muttered in shock, then his face turned serious. "Prove your Identity."

Varian rubbed his chin and said with a proud face. "I'm the one."

"…" Seth processed the sentence for a moment before pulling him inside.

Thankfully, he had a few chairs in his storage ring or they'd have had to sit on broken tiles.

Seth finally saw Varian after a long time. Feeling the aura he gave off, Seth slapped and pinched himself.

Pa!

"Ouch. This isn't a dream."

Varian was starting to have doubts about taking him in for the task.

"I thought you were gone after the banquet." Seth said with a bewildered expression as he stared at his pupil.

In the blink of an eye, this little fellow went from level 2 to level 6. Even if he believed the narrative that he got a half-mature ambrosia and rose to level 5, it wouldn't explain his current strength.