Previously, he had learnt that Ezekiel had incapacitated himself to defeat Ivory, ending up in a state worse than hers.
Then, he observed as Ezekiel effortlessly defeated Jaran without sustaining a single injury.
Now he saw him perform a similar feat, against not one, but four descendants of the Windcrest Clan.
Even if only one of them was in the top twenty, they still descended from a prestigious clan with a long history of producing powerful Magical Swordsmen.
They had received training before even joining the academy.
To be defeated by the scorn of the Zahara Clan, the Worst One... was shameful.
"I guessed he noticed me."
Milas smiled broadly.
"Interesting... He's even more interesting than Ivory. Why haven't I noticed you previously, Ezekiel? Would you have continued hiding your true strength if Ivory hadn't challenged you?" He said, his hand tightly gripping the handle of his sheathed sword.
He looked at the unconscious bodies once more and sighed.
