Beast Tamer: I Can See Evolution Paths

If it wasn't Asher's imagination, the old man even nodded at him.

Not only did Asher notice it.

Everyone else noticed it too.

The next second.

Asher became the center of everyone's attention.

Asher: "?"

He had a vague feeling, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going on.

Also, if he wasn't mistaken, wasn't the person standing next to this unfamiliar old man their school principal?

The principal stepped forward, exchanged a few words with the subject teacher, who then turned back to glance at Asher in surprise.

The blatant gaze made it clear to everyone in the class, including Asher himself.

'Yes.'

'The people at the door are indeed here for Asher.'

"Ash…" Vicky looked at Asher worriedly.

Asher shot him a reassuring look.

From the aura of these individuals, Asher instinctively felt they weren't bad people.

As for what this was all about…

"Asher, come out for a moment. You can skip this class."

Asher stood up unhurriedly and walked out.

The visitors were none other than Old Damien and Adam, accompanied by two individuals responsible for their protection.

"This young man has an extraordinary presence. Faced with sudden events, he doesn't panic—a true young genius," Old Damien said with a smile as he looked at Asher, feeling satisfied in every way.

Adam sighed at the side.

'Exactly!'

Just thinking about the new concept Asher proposed and the breakthroughs their research institute achieved because of it…

Adam was confident.

Even if Asher had a face shaped like a shoehorn, Old Damien would still praise him as having the visage of an emperor.

The moment Asher stepped out.

Before Adam could greet him.

Old Damien took two steps forward, subtly squeezing Adam aside. Like a kind old grandfather, he warmly shook Asher's hand. "You're Asher, right? Did I disturb your class? It's just that my schedule was really tight."

"No problem," Asher shook his head.

The principal glanced around. "Standing here at the door isn't ideal. Let's find somewhere else to talk?"

Nodding in agreement, they all headed toward the principal's office.

As soon as Asher and his group disappeared from sight, the classroom exploded with exclamations and chatter.

"What just happened? I didn't even dare to breathe."

"Did something happen to Asher…?"

"No idea. What could they possibly want with him?"

As everyone speculated, Ronnie's sarcastic voice rang out. "Maybe his academic fraud from before has been exposed?"

The room instantly fell silent.

This statement left them at a loss for words.

Refute it?

Although they thought it was unlikely.

But who knows…

"What else can you do besides being jealous?" Vicky retorted mercilessly, "All you do is spread rumors all day—can't you do something else?"

"Are you upset that Ash didn't use Little Raven to beat you into submission?"

Ronnie's expression twisted again as he recalled how his Thunderfang Tiger lost to Asher's Little Raven.

If not for the teacher's timely scolding, Ronnie and Vicky would've started their 108th brawl since the start of school.

———

[Principal's Office]

Old Damien looked at Asher sitting across from him. The more he looked, the more pleased he was.

"Excellent, excellent. Youthful and accomplished—Asher, you embody this phrase perfectly." Old Damien had smiled more today than in the past six months combined.

"Thinking about the country's future being in the hands of young talents like you, I feel no regrets."

Due to the project's confidentiality, Old Damien couldn't explain everything to Asher.

But he expressed heartfelt gratitude, as Asher's proposed concept of "favorability" had greatly benefited the nation.

Old Damien's visit was partly out of curiosity about Asher.

And partly to see if interacting with young people might spark new ideas.

Ordinary youths might not qualify.

But was Asher ordinary?

The one who discovered the Little Fire Fox's new evolution path and proposed an entirely novel concept?

Just these two points made Asher anything but ordinary.

Faced with Old Damien, Asher remained polite, answering every question with grace.

Initially, Old Damien only intended to ask a few casual questions. But as the conversation deepened, he found that Asher truly had substance—far beyond expectations.

His insights into extraordinary creatures and theories on pet evolution routes were uniquely profound.

"…I learned these from books," Asher said with a modest smile.

At this moment, Adam couldn't help but interject, "That's way too humble."

"I've read many books myself, but I've never seen the things you mentioned. Just being able to remember and internalize them into your own ideas is already remarkable."

Old Damien nodded in agreement, clearly approving of Adam's words.

Initially, Adam had been mostly curious about Asher.

After all.

A high school student's discovery becoming the key breakthrough for a national-level project… It sounded legendary.

Before meeting him, Adam harbored some skepticism.

What if Asher just stumbled upon it by chance?

Got lucky?

But after hearing Asher's exchanges with Old Damien, that notion was completely dispelled.

No!

Impossible!

Asher's achievements were not due to "luck" or "coincidence."

They were pure, undeniable capability.

Facing the admiration in Old Damien's and Adam's eyes, Asher felt a sliver—just a tiny fingernail-sized bit—of guilt.

After all, while some of his knowledge came from self-study, much of it came from the white-tier books he had extracted and read over the past month.

Still, he reasoned, since he had worked hard to obtain and read those items, it wasn't entirely undeserved.

"Would you be interested in becoming my Student?" Old Damien suddenly asked, locking eyes with Asher.

Asher blinked, momentarily mishearing the question as an invitation to be his… student?

Quickly shaking off the absurd thought, he looked at Old Damien in surprise.

Not just him.

The principal and the two military personnel also looked utterly stunned.

Old Damien's status in the pet evolution field was beyond words. He was undoubtedly a national treasure in this domain.

Years ago, Old Damien occasionally taught at advanced Beast Master academies and mentored students.

But as he aged, he stopped lecturing and taking students a decade ago.

The fact that he now proactively offered to mentor Asher was monumental.

However, Asher didn't immediately answer.

The principal, on the other hand, was so excited he almost agreed on Asher's behalf.

Becoming Old Damien's student would be a massive boost to their school's reputation.

Adam, however, wasn't surprised. He had suspected this ever since Old Damien expressed a desire to meet Asher.

Far from feeling threatened, Adam was thrilled at the prospect of gaining a junior to help manage Old Damien's unrelenting work ethic.

"Teacher, aren't you being a bit hasty?" Adam chuckled.

"What's there to teach? Can't Little Asher just learn on his own? The sooner he graduates and joins the research field, the better." Old Damien declared confidently.

"Teacher!" Adam sighed. "Don't mislead him. Building a solid foundation is crucial for Asher's future."

The two argued passionately.

"Actually…" Asher interjected, catching Old Damien's attention. "I truly appreciate your admiration, but my aspiration isn't to become a pet evolution professor or senior researcher. I want to be a good Beast Master."

"?"

Old Damien who was arguing to take Asher as his student: "?"

Adam, who was trying to calm his teacher down and stop him from his habit of trying to force good seedlings to grow faster: "??"

The two military officers and the principal: "???"

"What?" Adam, who had just been calmly persuading Old Damien, immediately became anxious.

The urgency and confusion on his face were completely undisguised. "Are you sure you really want to become an outstanding… Beast Tamer?"

Asher nodded.

Yes.

His goal was to become an amazing, awe-inspiring Beast Tamer.

A man, a young man, with an innate desire for powerful strength deeply engraved in his bones.

The reason Asher studied new routes for pet evolution was simply to become stronger. In his view, innate skills were merely a means to grow stronger, not a way to make a living.

A long silence fell.

Old Damien and Adam were speechless for a long time.

Who could have thought that such a misunderstanding would arise between them and Asher?

It wasn't that choosing to become a powerful Beast Tamer was bad.

After all, the seven strongest Beast Tamers in the Alliance—selected from dozens of eighth-rank ace Beast Tamers—enjoyed the highest status no matter which country they were in.

Not to mention the only two Grandmaster Beast Tamers in the nation.

They were the country's ultimate trump cards, rarely ever deployed.

For a young person with Beast Tamer potential to aspire to such greatness was entirely understandable.

If anyone else had told Old Damien and Adam that they wanted to become an outstanding and powerful Beast Tamer, they wouldn't have thought much of it. They might even have offered their blessings.

But when it came to Asher…

They had the urge to grab him by the collar and make him face the reality of his talent in research.

This wasn't an ordinary level of talent.

It couldn't just be wasted like this.

The status of top-tier researchers wasn't any lower than that of eighth-rank Beast Tamers.

The meaning in Old Damien and Adam's eyes practically jumped out at Asher, making it impossible for him to pretend not to notice.

Asher also felt a chill down his spine under their intense gazes…

Ahem… He had the feeling that Old Damien and Adam were planning something bad.

Old Damien and Adam: ◉⁠‿⁠◉

Nothing bad, really.

They were just considering whether to take young Asher to the research institute ahead of schedule to let him experience the academic atmosphere. Maybe he'd have a change of heart?

However, their current project…

Was indeed unsuitable.

With no other options, Old Damien and Adam reluctantly gave up.

"If you really want to…" Adam hesitated.

He couldn't bring himself to say something as insincere as, "As long as you're happy."

At this moment, it was Old Damien who first came around.

He smiled, adjusted the thick reading glasses on his nose, and looked at Asher with a hint of nostalgia and reminiscence. "Ah, youth… It's good to have dreams. If I hadn't been completely untalented in combat back then, maybe I'd be an outstanding Beast Tamer King today too."

As he spoke, the old man winked at Asher.

"Chase your dreams," Old Damien said with a smile. "But if possible, I hope you'll spare a bit of time to maintain your academic talent and not let it go to waste."

"I hope to one day hear that you've become a new-generation Beast Tamer King."

The old man gave his heartfelt blessing.

Asher also smiled. "I won't let you down."

To grow stronger, he had to research.

Only by achieving results in research could he truly become powerful.

———

Asher exchanged contact information with Adam.

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. I might not reply immediately, but I'll get back to you when I see it," Adam said with a smile.

Although their conversation had a small hiccup at the end, overall, it was quite pleasant.

For a talented young man like Asher who wasn't keen on becoming his protégé, Adam displayed great patience.

The old man was right.

Young people having their own ideas was perfectly normal.

But whether they could achieve them… Ahem, Adam had no intention of cursing Asher.

It was just that if Asher, who was so smooth in research, hit roadblocks on the path to becoming a powerful Beast Tamer… he might have a change of heart and come back to be a researcher.

Adam remained optimistic about Asher's future.

After seeing Old Damien and Adam off, Asher returned to the classroom, once again subjected to the curious gazes of his classmates.

But since he wasn't particularly close to them, the only one who approached him was his good buddy, Vicky.

"Asher, who were those two people? What did they want from you?" Vicky glanced at the surrounding eavesdroppers and snorted inwardly before loudly and openly asking.

Asher didn't know what Vicky was thinking, but seeing his crafty expression, he knew this guy wasn't asking out of pure curiosity.

After a moment of thought.

The old man hadn't told him to keep it a secret, and besides, they hadn't revealed much. Their visit was mainly to express curiosity, gratitude, and admiration for Asher.

"That was Mr. Damien and his student, Mr. Adam. They were curious about me and found my ideas interesting."

"Mr. Damien? Mr. Adam? Those names…" Vicky rubbed his chin, frowning in deep thought. "Hmm… They sound kind of familiar?"

Vicky thought and thought… but couldn't remember.

Next to him, Ronnie broke down first.

He suddenly stood up, glaring at Asher with anger in his eyes, and shouted, "You! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable. Mr. Damien's status—how could he possibly be interested in your flawed ideas?"

Asher and Vicky flinched.

Wow!

Who would've thought this guy, with his seemingly upright demeanor, secretly followed this stuff?

Before Vicky could respond, Asher delivered the fatal blow with a smile: "You know Mr. Damien? Then you must know what he looks like. Didn't you just see him? Do you still think I'm lying?"

"Self-deception has its limits, doesn't it?"

A light, gentle, bloodless, yet fatal strike.

Ronnie… The more he thought about it, the more flawless it seemed.

"You… you must be…" Ronnie tried to come up with an excuse.

Asher KO'd him instantly: "The principal was there too."

Ronnie: Perfect. No excuses left.

Outmatched by Asher in battle.

Now crushed in other ways too.

Ronnie's already fragile ego completely shattered.

Like a soulless husk, he stumbled out of the classroom, ignoring the fact that the next class was about to start.

Vicky couldn't help but slap the desk and laugh. "Hahaha! After this, that guy probably won't bother you anymore, right? He's been so annoying every single day."

Asher chuckled.

Just because he usually didn't argue with Ronnie didn't mean he wouldn't strike back when given the chance.

Vicky gave Asher a thumbs-up. "You're the best!"

Under this psychological shadow, Ronnie probably wouldn't dare to mess with Asher for a long time.

Asher nodded. That was the goal.

But what made him even happier was the good news he received from President Robb that afternoon.

———

"Guaranteed admission passed?"

Asher, with a tone carrying some surprise, spoke to President Robb on the other end of the phone.

'How long had it been?'

'The promised extra points—why had it suddenly turned into guaranteed admission?'

Asher didn't understand... Alright, thinking back to what happened during the day, Asher seemed to understand now.

What was the previous excuse?

Not certain enough, more evidence was needed.

Old Damien came today. Although he didn't reveal much directly, the meaning between his words was clear—Asher's proposed concept had yielded new results in his research project.

Asher had already received the news.

The alliance wouldn't have received it much later than he did.

With such a prominent figure acknowledging Asher's discovery, who would dare to question him?

If it weren't for needing to contact the school after receiving the news, they would have eagerly handed over the notice to Asher right away.

Speaking of this, President Robb laughed happily.

"Hahaha!"

"How long has it been? Those old guys really brought this upon themselves, didn't they?"

"Don't worry. They only dared to make things difficult for you because you're a newcomer, just entering this academic circle. This won't happen again."

President Robb's voice was full of joy as it came through the receiver.

"By the way, want to guess which university?"

"Bluewind."

Hearing this, President Robb sighed, "How are you so accurate? You've completely ruined the surprise I prepared for you."

Asher remained silent. This kind of surprise was really unnecessary, but he still explained.

"Because just now, Professor Iris messaged me, saying she applied for a teaching position in next year's freshman professional courses and congratulated me on becoming her student early."

President Robb fell silent this time.

"Alright then… Let me just say this—while Bluewind University is great, being a top-tier university in our province, there are other schools… Ah, forget it. Let's not talk about that."

Asher got the hint.

The reason the final guaranteed admission was Bluewind University wasn't just because it was nearby. Another reason was that few top-tier universities would agree to admit him directly.

Asher could understand, though feeling a little annoyed was normal.

At the core, it was still a matter of insufficient trust in his research results.

But that didn't matter.

Bluewind University was great.

And… Asher could finally apply for a leave of absence legitimately.

The opponents in the school's battle practice classes were already failing to meet the needs of Asher and Little Raven.

Little Raven hadn't expressed any opinions for now.

From Asher's perspective... perhaps it was because being the big boss felt gratifying for Little Raven.

But in the long run, this wasn't good for Little Raven's progress.

Only by continuously fighting stronger opponents could Little Raven grow through challenges. Bullying the weak all the time? That couldn't continue.

Even without this admission notice, Asher had already been considering whether to ask the homeroom teacher, Mr. Arthur, to find him a more suitable opponent or to grant him leave.

Now, there was no need for such trouble.

He placed the early admission notice from Bluewind University on Arthur's desk.

Arthur was stunned at first.

Then, with agility unmatched by his physique, he "whooshed" out from behind the desk, his squinted eyes widening into round dots.

His hands holding the admission proof were trembling.

He looked at the notice, then at Asher, back at the notice, and then at Asher again.

Finally, Asher couldn't hold back and asked, "With this, I should be able to take a few months off, right? Or is there another issue?"

Arthur wiped the sweat off his forehead and complained, "If this is real, forget a few months—whether you come before the college entrance exams or not is entirely up to you."

"Authentic, rest assured, absolutely no problem," Asher said confidently, giving a thumbs-up.

"What? It was supposed to be extra points, and now it's guaranteed admission?" Arthur's curiosity grew. "Is this some sort of joke? Over a month later, they thought the previous reward wasn't good enough, so they added more?"

What a rollercoaster of emotions.

Asher knew what was going on, but he couldn't say it outright.

"It's mainly because of what happened with Old Damien today… There's new progress, but it's confidential. You understand."

Old Wang: "!!!"

Understood!

Completely understood!

Even if he didn't understand, he understood now.

In the morning, Arthur hadn't recognized Old.Damien. Partly because of his poor eyesight, partly because he didn't pay attention to such matters.

If it had been a Heavenly King Beastmaster, Old Damien would've recognized them immediately and could've detailed their ranked beasts thoroughly.

It was only after seeing the principal accompanying Damien that he got curious and searched on his phone.

What he found was over ten pages of detailed introductions and accomplishments about Old Damien.

Now, combining that with what Asher said… Arthur felt enlightened.

His gaze at Asher changed repeatedly, finally letting out a long sigh. "I knew you were promising, but I didn't expect you to be this promising…"

"Alright, alright." Arthur waved him off. "Leave a photocopy of the notice, and you can arrange your attendance however you like. If you're staying in the city, you can even come back to the dormitory to rest if you want."

"The most important thing is to show up for the graduation photo. Otherwise, after graduation, people might forget you were even in this class." After saying this, Old Wang laughed.

Forget Asher? No way.

"Mainly to inspire the next two cohorts—let them see the brilliance of their senior."

Asher smiled and agreed, "Sure."

Once Little Raven evolved successfully… depending on the time, he might attend a few more classes.

With Old Wang's permission, Asher still returned to the dormitory at night to rest.

During the day, he went to the city's battle arena to fight.

His opponents ranged from third-tier to below fourth-tier. Asher didn't pick and chose—he accepted all challengers, using them all as practice dummies for Little Raven.

Winning or losing wasn't the focus.

The main goal was to help Little Raven quickly master and refine its learned skills.

Asher wasn't trying to rush progress either. He controlled the number of daily matches to a level Little Raven could handle.

In just one month of high-intensity battles, Little Raven had proficiently mastered six fire-type skills it had learned.

Both Asher and Little Raven were delighted with the results, their faces mirroring each other's joy.

Asher's opponents, however, weren't so thrilled.

"Seriously? Where did this demon king come from? He's here on Monday, still here on Sunday, and he's here every day. Doesn't he have classes?"

"And that Oriental Peacock of his—its strength is ridiculously overpowered."

"What's more absurd is how that Oriental Peacock knows so many fire-type skills. What's the demon king's goal? Isn't Oriental Peacock supposed to be a flying + special attribute extraordinary creature?"

"Damn it! I refuse to believe my Shadow Panther would lose to a Oriental Peacock. What about the supposed cat-beats-bird advantage?"

"... That's going too far. There's no 'cat-beats-bird' rule. Do you think the ecosystem of extraordinary creatures is the same as ordinary ones? Besides, that's the pet of the newbie village demon king. If it doesn't fear the demon king, how could it fear your Shadow Panther? What a joke."

"Fine, let's team up for a rotation battle. I won't rest until I beat that bird."

"... Count me in. For the honor of defeating the demon king."

Local Beastmaster forums were abuzz with complaints about a certain "newbie village demon king."

["I also understand. That bird winning, well, it was truly something... Let's not talk about it. Count me in. A brave man fears no difficulty, ready to fight the Demon King for a hundred rounds."]

["I've long wanted to gather a few people to team up and sack him. Today, we finally have the chance. Even if it's just a relay battle, I'll take it! Together! Count me in. The Demon King's defeat is today."]

["I just want to ask, who are you talking about? Is it really necessary to target someone like this? And you've even agreed to team up for a relay battle. Honestly, I feel embarrassed for you all. Demon King or whatever... Are you guys still stuck in your chuunibyou phase?"]

On the local Beast Tamer forum, in a certain peculiar thread, many novice Beast Tamers who had been crushed by the same opponent were furiously denouncing him.

And then, their discussion was interrupted by some naive fool.

["Targeting?"]

["Embarrassment?"]

["Chuunibyou?"]

They looked at his comments and almost couldn't help but let out a sarcastic "heh."

["Thank you."]

They felt like they were the ones being targeted.

["Family! Who can understand this feeling."]

A Demon King had infiltrated the novice arena.

Excitedly running to battle, only to run into the Demon King of the novice village.

At first, they could at least put up some resistance for a few rounds, but after the Demon King and his Mourning Dragon leveled up, they started one-shotting everyone.

Some of them even developed a reflexive shiver at the mere mention of the novice battle arena.

How are they supposed to train, level up, and grow stronger like this?

They had to come up with a plan, make the Demon King suffer for once, and watch him lose, so they could overcome their psychological shadow.

["Speaking of which... I feel like I've seen that guy and his bird before? I think I watched one of his battles during summer break."]

["Hmm? Brother, you have new intel? Spill it. Who was the Demon King tormenting back then? Was it you?"]

["Demon King...? Why do you call him that? I remember him mainly because he had two incredibly beautiful girls with him at the time. The moment they walked in, you could tell he was different from us—a normie."]

["..."]

["..."]

["...Beautiful girls? A normie? Two of them?"]

["Yeah, two. Both were stunning. And they had different styles of beauty. Then he ended up losing to one of the girls."]

["...Alright, I'm sure of it now. The Demon King was deliberately flirting back then. Damn it! Why can't the Demon King be a little kinder to us too."]

["That's it, family. I'm done. I'm putting on the little dress I've been saving for years and challenging the Demon King myself."]

At home during the weekend, June silently typed a question mark after being sent this post.

She forwarded the post to Ivy, who was still staying at her place.

Ivy walked out of her room.

The two exchanged looks.

"With these descriptions... why am I thinking of a certain someone?" June hesitated.

Ivy nodded, her Fairy Butterfly hovering behind her head. "We're thinking the same thing. This description... it's about Asher, isn't it?"

But some of these descriptions... felt odd when applied to Asher.

When did Asher become a Demon King?

And Little Raven.

Wasn't Little Raven supposed to be an adorable little bird?

June waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, why think so much? Anyway, we're off for two days, right? Tomorrow, we'll just go and check it out ourselves. They say Asher is at the battle arena from nine in the morning till five in the afternoon."

As she spoke, a look of envy appeared on June's face.

"Getting a guaranteed admission is the best. If I were guaranteed admission..." June paused and then continued, "I definitely wouldn't be like Asher. I'd go out and have fun first, then think about getting stronger with my Fire Fox Queen."

"Awoo~ Awo~"

The Fire Fox Queen, lounging lazily nearby, let out a disapproving sound. Getting stronger should still come first, even though it was already quite strong.

The Fire Fox Queen pressed its fluffy paw on June's back.

'Hungry!'

'Food!'

'Let's eat today, we will watch the bird tomorrow.'

Even after evolving, the Fire Fox Queen hadn't forgotten its love-hate relationship with Little Raven. At the mention of Asher's name, it immediately thought of that little black fluffball.

Fire Fox Queen: 'The three-year deadline is up. Tomorrow is the day I, a fox, defeat a bird.'

———

June and Ivy left right on time.

"It's fine. If we leave at nine, we'll be there in half an hour. Whether we get there early or late doesn't matter."

"The battle arena doesn't have that many people. We'll definitely spot Asher right away."

As the weather grew colder, June swapped her favorite spicy crop top and short skirt for a long-sleeve off-shoulder top and a knee-length skirt with side ties. With a high ponytail, she still looked full of energy.

Ivy, on the other hand, wore a white dress with a small vest. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and her smile was as sweet as honey—a certified sweetheart.

When they arrived at the battle arena, it was neither early nor late—exactly nine-thirty.

But they hadn't expected—

The stands, which had barely a few scattered spectators during summer break, were now packed full?

Even outside the battle arena, there were layers upon layers of onlookers.

Cheers and exclamations erupted from time to time.

June and Ivy exchanged glances, both having the same gut feeling: 'Asher is at the center of that crowd.'

With that in mind, they headed toward the commotion.

Being girls—and beautiful ones at that—they managed to squeeze to the front after some effort.

And then...

"Little Raven, Flash Magic. End the battle."

Dazzling light burst from Little Raven's body.

Everyone, including June and Ivy, instinctively squinted.

But they could vaguely see fireworks-like sparks blooming on the battlefield.

It was the special skill, Flash Magic.

Yes.

Although Asher hadn't drawn any new useful special attribute skills from Fairy Butterfly's skill pool, Little Raven had managed to learn two special attribute skills during the past month of battles.

Flash Magic was one of them.

Little Raven's opponent, the Shadow Leopard, suffered a miserable defeat.

A burly man in a cringe-inducing little dress knelt and wept. "No! I don't believe it. Why did my Shadow Leopard lose again." [T/N: Lmao]

"They said beauty attacks work on the Demon King!"

Asher: "..."

Little Raven: (·-·)

The surrounding Beast Tamers and spectators: "..."

So... beauty attacks do work, just not the cringe-inducing kind?

Little Raven jumped onto the Shadow Leopard and performed a joyful dance.

...Setting aside the premise of dancing on a defeated opponent, it was actually quite impressive.

But in the eyes of the defeated man, it was nothing but mockery and provocation from the Demon King's pet beast.

June and Ivy: "..."

Honestly, they could understand the man's feelings.

If their pet beasts lost, and the opponent's pet beast did something like this in front of them... they'd probably explode too.

Fair enough. Totally fair.

Speaking of which...

When did Asher and Little Raven develop such peculiar hobbies?

"Next," Asher waved dismissively after defeating the burly man in the little dress, unwilling to further torture his eyes.

"I don't know what's going on these past few days... but there's suddenly been an increase in men wearing little dresses to battle me... Tch!"

Asher reasonably suspected.

'Someone must be spreading rumors about me.'

Once today's battles were over, he was going to investigate.

Otherwise, this was just too much for his eyes to handle.

Not even Flash Magic could save him.

If this continued, it would seriously affect his mental health.

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