Chapter 15
Neyvar stared at Zeltor, wide-eyed.
"What?! You're the Prime Minister?"
Zeltor gave a half-smile.
"Well… yeah, I think so."
Neyvar was still in shock.
Zeltor's tone grew serious.
"Snap out of it, kid. This isn't the time for shock. There's something more important."
He took a breath and continued,
"You haven't asked why you're here yet, huh? We called you because we've chosen you… as the academy's representative. Serfina came to inform us about the upcoming tournament."
Neyvar blinked.
"Representative? What tournament?"
Serfina stepped forward with a soft smile.
"It's a grand competition between twelve elite academies across the continent. Each sends a representative… and this is no ordinary fight."
Neyvar crossed his arms.
"What's the prize? Or is this just for your entertainment?"
Serfina chuckled.
"That's a good question. Of course there's a prize. The winner receives a Holy Chalice that contains an elixir to empower the soul. For example, if someone is at layer 3, the elixir can help them reach layer 12… or even higher.
And more than that, the winner gets to make one request—any request—from their Emperor or King."
Neyvar, unimpressed, muttered,
"Alright, sure…"
Zeltor leaned closer.
"I get that you might not care… but you're the one we've chosen. You're going to participate."
Neyvar frowned.
"Why me?"
Serfina answered calmly,
"My first choice was Serina—Zeltor's granddaughter—but she refused. She said there's someone with even greater potential... and that someone is you."
Neyvar smirked proudly.
"Well, obviously I'm better."
Zeltor smiled.
"So, do you accept?"
Neyvar sighed.
"Fine… since you're insisting so much, I'll do it."
Serfina nodded.
"Good. I'll be going now. Zeltor, make sure to explain the details."
Zeltor gave her a nod as she left.
Neyvar turned to him.
"So… what do I do now?"
Zeltor's face grew stern.
"Right now, you're too weak. If you enter the competition like this, you won't last a second. The tournament starts in six months. You must grow stronger by then."
Neyvar's tone sharpened.
"Okay. What should I do?"
Zeltor stepped forward, eyes locked with his.
"You'll come with me. I'll personally waste— I mean spend—six months training you."
Neyvar raised a brow.
"Did you just say waste?"
Zeltor smirked.
"Move it, kid. We start now!"
End Of chapter 15