Benjamin tried to focus on the runes, but after forcing out a high-tier spell he instantly knocked out, snoring like a dying boar.
While he sleeps peacefully, let's check on the two idiots—Ivan and Clard—who are about to "train."
Ivan stared at the wand and book the goddess gave him, holding them like a confused caveman discovering technology.
Meanwhile, Clard simply aimed into the sky, fired an arrow, and instantly *head-shot* a random bird miles away.
The glowing arrow vanished as the bird plummeted.
**Ivan:** "Good thing you have a cheat bow. It suits you, honestly."
He sighed and kept walking—toward Clard's house. Or so he thought.
**Clard:** "So where are we going?"
He looked at Ivan with the expression of someone who hasn't had a single thought in 19 years.
Ivan stopped, turned around with a dead stare.
**Ivan:** "...Aren't we going to *your* house?"
**Clard:** "I was following you."
He said it proudly, like it was an achievement.
**Ivan:** "THAT'S WHY WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?!"
Clard shrugged, snapped his fingers, and before he could even speak, his black butlers had already prepared a vehicle—a black limo normally reserved for presidents or villains in spy movies.
Inside was basically a fully furnished mini-mansion.
Drinks, novels, a TV, a bed, even a tiny fridge that definitely broke economic laws.
Ivan ignored all of it and went straight to sleep on the provided bed.
Clard leaned toward him and whispered something unforgivable.
**Clard:** "Sleep well bro… I'm your sugar daddy."
Ivan shot up instantly and vomited on Clard's face.
Clard retaliated with a counter-vomit.
**Ivan:** "BLLREGHH—WH–WHAT THE—"
Before he could finish, Clard splattered him again.
**Clard:** "BLREGHH—SERVES YOU RIGHT, FUCKER!"
Both wiped their faces while the butlers quietly cleaned the battlefield.
**Ivan:** "PLEASE don't say that again. And let's be serious. The Demon General might be 6th or 7th Circle. He'll wipe us out."
The butlers finished cleaning while the two idiots slowly fell asleep again, side-by-side like brothers who regretted being related.
Eventually they arrived at Clard's mansion—*a full mansion*, not a "mini" one.
The bright lights practically required sunglasses for survival.
The doors were so huge they looked like they belonged to a gentle giant with money problems.
Master Butler Alfred greeted them with a bow elegant enough to make royalty insecure.
**Alfred:** "My good sirs, what has brought you to grace us with your presence today?"
**Clard:** "Take us to the archer room. We're training."
Weapons were delivered, maids hurried around, and Ivan—now awake—was blinded by the luxurious lighting before finally seeing the room.
Then he froze.
Clard was already training, sweat dripping, muscles defined like he was sculpted by a thirsty Greek artist.
His bow fired arrow after arrow, every shot perfect, like the bow and his body were one organism.
Ivan drooled.
**Ivan:** "Bro… how did you get so fit…?"
Clard didn't hear him.
He was locked in a level of focus no one knew he had.
Ivan, realizing he needs to catch up, grabbed his wand and book.
**Ivan:** "3rd Circle Magic: Wind Slice!"
A compressed blade of wind shot forward and carved through the wall, leaving a massive claw-like scar.
Clard didn't even turn around.
Both continued training in their own style—one a natural talent, the other a fast-learning workaholic.
Meanwhile, Benjamin finally woke up in his room.
**End of Chapter 11**