Patrick's opponent was a swordmage from the Tower of Truth. While others might have sighed and grumbled at the appearance of a swordmage, one of the three great powers...
"Oh, perfect timing."
This was Patrick's reaction. He had been very curious about these swordmages anyway. Not to mention that punk who was the Sword Saint's grandson, and he had a rough idea of what kind of stock the Holy Knights of the Holy Empire were from.
But the existence of these swordmages was still an unknown to Patrick. 'Magic itself is something that never existed in the martial world.' Patrick was curious.
Just how strong were these so-called swordmages? And what kind of potential did they possess? There were many ways to find out, but wasn't fighting them directly the best way?
"I am Georg Austin, of the Tower of Truth."
Oh, he was polite. Feeling a little impressed, Patrick decided to humor him.
"I am Patrick Schneider of the Atronia Kingdom."
"Even if you lose to me here, do not be too discouraged. I am a swordmage who has received elite training at the Tower of Truth. And among them, I am one of the strongest."
"Ah... right. I see."
He took back the impressed part. This was the problem with kids from fancy backgrounds. You also need some physical therapy to cultivate a proper spirit.
'Don't worry.