"You asshole! Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"
That young mage was enraged and wanted to grab Arthur and rip his throat out. Although that was his feeling, Arthur knew it was something impossible to happen.
Arthur was living a new identity. The identity of a young prodigy who would rock that school. Those two magicians who had recruited him already knew his potential, and even though it didn't seem like it, several important figures were watching him.
"He's already in the third circle and almost in the fourth in just one month. You weren't lying when you said his talent was impressive." A hooded figure said.
"Well, that's obvious. I wouldn't have the courage to lie to you, master."
"How far do you believe he can get in six months, or maybe a year?"
"Well, it's hard to say, but if he reaches rank one, it would be something never seen before in our school."
"You're right. Monitor him for me, and if anyone comes close to killing him, interfere."