The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 159

"Are you healed?" Commander Kashann entered Alavin's chamber, somewhat surprised to see Alavin practicing his swordplay. Alavin was spry and soaked in sweat, with no sign of injury on his body. Moreover, it seemed his powers had broken through to a new level!

"Commander, you honor me with your presence," Alavin said, sheathing his sword and steadying his breath, showing neither surprise nor disturbance.

"Do you intend to enter the tournament for the top five champions tomorrow?" Commander Kashann asked, his expression complex.

"Given the chance, I'd certainly like to try," Alavin replied with a light smile, meeting the Commander's gaze. "Striving for glory on behalf of Cobalt Strike is a Protégé's duty, is it not?"

"Well said," Commander Kashann nodded softly, sitting in a wooden chair by the window, studying Alavin's handsome face and his clear, determined eyes, his fingertips lightly tapping the desk.

The room fell silent, with both men simply looking at each other.

After a while, Commander Kashann hummed, "Eight years... You've grown up, looking very much like your father did at your age."

"Yes, it's been eight years," Alavin replied, his face still wearing a faint smile, betraying no emotions.

"Do you remember that I was something of a mentor to your father?"

"I've always remembered. I just wasn't sure if you did," Alavin said, still smiling, his gaze unwavering from the Commander's. But his heart was not at peace.

"You don't understand. The old grudges involve much, including the Grand Elder, the secrets of Cobalt Strike, and many people. As Commander, I cannot justify taking more lives for the sake of a few who are no more."

"A few who are no more..." Alavin chuckled lightly. "I admire your magnanimity."

Commander Kashann didn't wish to explain further; it was pointless now. "Do you hate Cobalt Strike?"

"To be honest, I am grateful that after eight years, I am still myself and have not turned into a rabid hound."

Commander Kashann averted Alavin's gaze and said plainly, "I came today to remind you of something. For the sake of Cobalt Strike's honor, I will not allow you to leave the Organization."

"Rest assured, I have already turned down Bloodlore."

"Oh? Why?"

"I would like to make a pact with you."

"Speak."