The Legendary Mage (Alavin)
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."

"If I make it into the top five, you will pardon all the citizens of Stormcast, and forgive everyone in the Mallister family. Let bygones be bygones."

"If you can make it to the top five, I'll pardon you from your servitude, promote you to a Golden Protégé, and recommend you to the Botanic Haven Elder to become an Elite Protégé. But Stormcast... that's not possible yet."

"Eight years, and still you cannot let go?"

Commander Kashann fell silent for a moment. "Unless you can prove that your parents are indeed deceased."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh..." Balder suddenly knocked and entered, greeting everyone with a cheerful smile. "Commander, my family, the Mollens, can contribute resources to redeem Stormcast for Alavin." Commander Kashann waved him off. "Leave us."

"If Alavin truly secures a place among the top five, I believe I can speak on behalf of my father. Whatever the cost, whoever we must plead with, we will redeem Stormcast. In my humble opinion, you need not worry about the Grand Elder anymore. Alavin now... he is not alone." Balder stated firmly with a smile, nodding to Alavin before leaving the room.

If one was to help, then they must do so wholeheartedly; if one was to make allies, then they must give it their all.

Alavin felt a warmth in his heart and gave Balder a grateful look, waiting for the Cobalt Strike Commander's decision. Commander Kashann, with his eyes downturned, pondered for a long time. "There is one condition."

"Please, tell me."

"Return to Cobalt Strike, and accept the promotion to Golden Protégé. You stay in the Organization for five years."

"And the punishment for Stormcast?"

"When you truly advance to the top five, I will consider it." Commander Kashann left the room, but he only said he would consider it, not that he would decide.

The next morning, the Protégés of the Eight Orders gathered at the city hall.

All Protégés would be there to watch the battles, collectively witnessing the birth of the top five champions.

The 'Top 5 Protégé' title was not only the highest honor, with fame spreading throughout the Northlands, but it also came with a unique title and valuable rewards.