Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Those were all bloody scenes of Lance brutally slaughtering magical beasts within the projection space.

However, the images were all fragmented snippets.

Necros’s attention was instantly drawn toward Lance.

He clearly saw the high-temperature steam violently spewing from the young man’s mouth and nose during the intense battle.

That was the characteristic of that Breathing Technique—the rise in temperature caused by excessively violent Aether combustion.

Even among other Breathing Techniques, this was extremely rare.

Looking at the flashback fragments, the black-haired youth stood surrounded by steam, with densely piled monster corpses stacked at his feet.

Necros immediately realized that since there were so many corpses on the ground, the battle had clearly already progressed into its later stages, yet the other party was still able to activate the Breathing Technique.

A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind…

Could this kid… possibly have hope of completing the Legacy hypothesis of “Permanent Aether State” while still at the ordinary person stage?

He did not think Lance had maintained the Breathing Technique the entire time. Rather, he assumed the youth had been able to reasonably distribute his stamina during battle and maintain intermittent activation of the Breathing Technique throughout.

Even that already demonstrated astonishing endurance.

Moreover, this Breathing Technique carried extreme mental pressure.

If the youth could persist through it, perhaps he really could use the Gale March Breathing Technique to complete that Legacy!

In this world, if there was an opportunity, no one would refuse to pursue a Legacy.

Because according to certain legends, Legacies seemed connected to becoming a god.

Meanwhile, Gideon, standing nearby, focused on something entirely different.

What he noticed was the dark golden vertical pupils within the youth’s eyes.

He saw Lance in the images violently snapping apart the hard ribs of a troll hatchling through sheer unreasonable brute force.

Dragon-blooded?

Gideon’s brows instantly twisted tightly together.

He had experienced certain special events in the past.

As a result, he despised those Dragon-blooded who flaunted noble bloodlines while acting tyrannically more than anything else.

He truly could not understand why Necros, that old bastard who was always steady and reliable in his actions, would arrange for his precious student to team up with such a dangerous person.

And did he not know that Dragon-blooded possessed strong breeding instincts?

If something happened, how was he supposed to explain it to Cecilia’s aunt?

Fortunately, the other woman was not here right now. Otherwise, there definitely would have been a huge scene.

However, despite his dissatisfaction, he could not deny one thing—

This youth had actually managed to slaughter a Professional-rank monster barehanded with a mortal body.

That absolutely made him another genuine monster.

Necros turned his head just in time to catch the rejection and displeasure on his old companion’s face.

He let out a helpless sigh inwardly.

He knew exactly why the other man was unhappy.

But he truly had no idea why Lance had become Dragon-blooded either…

Looks like he needed to think carefully about how to explain this.

Finally, amidst the gradually fading images, the two men saw the same scene.

It was Cecilia running barefoot toward the blood-covered youth with a face full of panic and anxiety.

But at that moment, the formation seemed to completely exhaust its final reserves of power.

All the light-and-shadow images instantly froze before shattering entirely into countless motes of light.

The next second—

Two figures appeared out of thin air upon the grassy field in the center of the flower sea.

Lance slowly opened his eyes and immediately realized he had already returned to the familiar flower sea.

Then he discovered that all the injuries on his body seemed to have disappeared.

Even the clothes damaged within the Historical Projection had reappeared on him intact.

Before he even had the chance to speak, he suddenly felt his back become much lighter.

Cecilia, who had been carried on his back the entire time, was unexpectedly lifted directly into the air by a gentle invisible force.

The unconscious girl traced a smooth arc through midair.

Finally, she steadily landed within the embrace of a tall elemental creature.

It was a female water elemental composed entirely of pure flowing water.

She possessed a semi-transparent blue body, with long hair formed from flowing currents gently swaying in the night breeze, radiating a calm and gentle magical aura.

What was going on?!

Startled, Lance instinctively prepared to clench his fists and seize his companion back.

“Raven, don’t act rashly.”

Necros’s deep and powerful voice sounded from nearby.

“This is Cecilia’s teacher.”

Hearing the old Guildmaster’s voice, the tension in Lance’s body instantly relaxed, and he obediently lowered his hands.

The moment he heard Cecilia’s teacher was here, he could not help feeling a little guilty.

Gideon completely ignored the youth nearby.

He raised his hand, and along with a faint mana fluctuation—

A gentle pale-blue glow lit up at his fingertips and accurately landed upon Cecilia.

This was a high-level detection spell specifically used to inspect a target’s condition.

Half a second later—

A detailed string of feedback information directly projected into Gideon’s mind.

【Target: Cecilia】

【Current State Assessment: Mana Fully Replenished, Spiritual Pleasure, Deep Pleasant Dreaming, Subconscious Excitement, Joy, Moderate Dehydration…】

Looking at the densely packed list of statuses—

This well-traveled mage froze directly in place, his face twitching uncontrollably twice.

Having lived for most of his life, this was the very first time he had ever seen someone who had just been dragged into danger sleeping this soundly.

But this also completely confirmed one thing.

This youth had protected her extremely well.

His precious student had indeed not suffered any substantial harm.

The only thing barely countable as a negative status, “Dehydration,” was probably merely because she had stayed within the sealed Historical Projection space for too long without drinking water.

This also considerably softened his attitude toward Lance.

After confirming his student’s physical condition—

The heart Gideon had kept hanging in suspense finally relaxed completely. He turned toward Lance.

“Which Dragon-blooded family did you little brat come from?”

Hearing this question—

Lance’s heart suddenly tightened.

He had activated Dragon Form inside there, which meant they had seen it?!

Just as Lance was desperately wondering how to fabricate an excuse, Necros timely stepped forward to smooth things over.

“Lance, what exactly was with those Dragon bloodline traits that suddenly erupted from your body?”

As the old Guildmaster spoke, he signaled Lance with his eyes not to panic.

“The old fellow and I both saw the fragmented battle scenes from that Historical Echo Projection just now.”

“If I remember correctly, you weren’t Dragon-blooded before, right?”

The moment he heard the words “both saw it”—

The guilty feeling inside Lance instantly erupted like a volcano.

Saw it?

Exactly how much had they seen?

They probably did not see him replenishing Cecilia’s mana before dispelling Dragon Form, right?

If they really had, then this overprotective old mage-looking man would probably already be rubbing together a washbasin-sized fireball to smash directly into his face.

Lance swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva with difficulty.

He forced himself to calm down while rapidly organizing an explanation in his mind.

“It was the Breathing Technique you gave me.”

Lance raised his head, facing the scrutinizing gazes of the two major figures while trying his best to appear calm.

“That state just now was a special combat Specialty derived from the breathing method.”