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That answered literally none of Otis’s questions, and it was that, rather than the refusal or the condescending attitude, that caused the Strigidae’s brow to furrow. And it was, from his own standpoint, an immensely stupid curiosity too, when such a thing could simply be figured out via some calculations as to essence output and combat experience. Someone who fought the majority of students would surely be able to grasp what an average was, but the nature of having an average meant that there were both above average and below average individuals tossed into the mix. It was a wholly illogical thing then, to wonder how far above one was from an above average combatant…because they already encountered those above the average!

The Seeker took a breath. Pinched the bridge of his nose. Right now, Valen placed even below Davil, in terms of being able to answer simple questions about himself.

But such sensations of frustration and annoyance, that flare-up of heat within his body, would pass. And as it passed, came cold calculation. If Sword and Shield were designed by the Principal to clash, then there would be opportunity to witness Valen’s abilities even without directly challenging him. He had chosen to scout out Ciara, after all, specifically for the purpose of challenging him. The majority of his questions would be answered if they ever encountered each other, and he reckoned too that it wouldn’t be so difficult to convince Valen to accept the condition of fighting her in pitch-black. As for accomplishing great things? Well, that was what he had always planned.

[b]“I won’t,”[/b] Otis responded, turning to the guards. He doubted they would’ve jumped in if Valen started incanting a Fireball spell right then and there. “[b]But I chose the faction opposite to his for that purpose, so his offer doesn’t matter.”[/b]

With knowledge, preparation, and strategy, [i]he[/i] would be the one to win this war. If only by bringing forth a new era where magical might played second fiddle to technological advancement.

[b]“Thank you for the warning though.”[/b]

From his pouch, Otis pulled out two pieces of rum caramels, offering them to the guards, before turning away and heading off to the Dormitories. Davil’s Etho-channeling boots were still inside his Workshop, and his Construct was still tracking what was occurring in that little cottage so many leagues away. Plenty to do, plenty to study. Ah, right, and if appropriate, an appeal to the Principal for a tour of the Iris Record.

Plenty to do indeed.

He picked up his pace, entering into a light jog.