In a fist fight I'm good

"Phew! Yes, I've got a good trump card for myself!"- said Warren with a smile, sitting down to rest. Not that he was physically tired, but the battle required mental strength, even if the mess did not last long, but his mental activity was extremely intense.

"So what exactly is this trump card?"- asked Romelia.

"The speed of my thoughts and multitasking have improved significantly, of course not to the level of my past life, but ..."

"But this is amazing when you consider that you are only at the Stage of Laying the Foundations!"- the queen finished for him.

Warren nodded, suddenly turning his head. He was literally burned by a pair of eyes-"I'm sorry, but I had to force you to give up your blind contempt for your fate!"

"Hmph!"- the young dragon-girl snorted, sitting on the podium.