Personal training

A mercenary from nowhere could take down all the students of the strongest academy in the south of the Kingdom.

It was unheard of.

Even the sixth-graders weren't that strong; if anything, the strongest of them had reached the peak stage, but he was still at the very beginning of that stage.

"Why do this for me?"

Maxime was wary, for him nothing in the world was free, the people who helped you always gained something in one way or another.

It could be for their own morals, their image, or some other strange motive.

For example, to satisfy a feeling of superiority, or to be able to tell people around them and take pride in it.

"Hmm...At my age, I'll never be able to reach the level of a great knight."

"But if I can be the teacher, even if only one day, of a future great knight, then that would be the pride of my life."

Alaric was the honest, straightforward type, so he explained his intentions and motivations directly.