Having successfully defeated the powerful elemental creatures and closed the space rift connecting to the elemental world, the team resolved their crisis—at least it seemed quite critical—the old Mage Modir appeared rather excited. This powerful Spellcaster, who had just launched a dozen legendary spells in succession, each with the power of a battleship cannon, tightly grasped the hand of the Swordsman who hadn't reacted much from beginning to end, as happy as a child.
The Swordsman took a long time to finally realize that the old Mage in front of him wasn't joking with him, and the praise in his words wasn't meant to mock him.
He's serious… he's actually serious…
"I…" The Swordsman, tightly held by the elder's hands, instinctively tried to break free, but found that despite gathering all his strength, he couldn't move. He could only blush and continue to pull while awkwardly speaking, "I didn't really help just now… It was all you who defeated that terrible opponent…"
