Selection Of Course 2

"To be honest, this joker here is actually smart enough to handle Alchemy. Don't let his 24/7 act of foolishness fool you," Sheila sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Wait, so you're saying his eighth-place ranking in the Theory Exam wasn't a fluke?" Max asked, raising a brow.

"Nope. Maybe partially, but not entirely," Sheila replied. "You'll all understand once you see this idiot in serious mode."

Dylan gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Oh, stop it, stop it! Sheila, you're flattering me! What have I done to deserve such high praise from the great Lady Granger herself?"

Sheila stared at him, deadpan. "We've known each other for thirteen years, Dylan."

Dylan shrugged, still grinning. "Thirteen years, huh? And yet, you still can't resist showering me with compliments. Admit it, Sheila, you're totally enamored by my brilliance."

Sheila exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, sure. That must be it."