The Ancestral Mage respectfully remained at the young man's side. "Any orders?" he asked.
The young man with grey hair focused a bit more on the gravitational waves in the air.
"I was under the impression that Sirius Dreila forbade anyone from entering this place. I told him I need to focus on my training," the young man muttered with cold annoyance.
"Either Sirius Dreila has become careless, or he has become careless," the young man said, both sides of his sentence referring to different things.
"Sounds like he became careless," the Ancestral Mage commented from the side.
The young man furrowed his brows. "If I want a comment, I will ask for one."
The Ancestral Mage summoned a tiny bit of Mana to stop the young man from noticing his rolling eyes.
Why did he get stuck with this arrogant prick?
Just because this guy had a Gravity Affinity, he was acting like the reincarnation of the Mage God.
