Back to the training room in the basement.
Despite Alvine's advertisement, Askald still seems indifferent.
All he could see was the smile of a 'harmless' young man who was trying to threaten him with his smile.
Unlike other times, instead of feeling chills, he found it even funnier than Alvine's pretender attempts.
'Tsk! Cursed Firefly Goddess; she had me on this one. But the good news is that I was able to regain 80% of my powers of yesteryear; it remains to be seen whether my new skills, so far inaccessible, will serve me a few things.' He said to himself while looking at his hand that lit up with a white aura that was no less weak than Isolet's.
Askald and Shadow frown when they see Alvine manifest a white aura. The color of the aura was not the real problem, but its meaning.