After the last class of the day, Fian would always head to the headmaster's office for training under the near-century-old elf.
Though truthfully, Asta didn't personally coach him every day.
Most of the time, Fian simply practiced on his own according to the instructions Asta had given beforehand.
When Fian pushed open the heavy stone door —which, for some reason, was never locked for him— he found Asta sitting behind his desk.
"I heard you managed to use both of your Talents at the same time during today's duel," Asta said.
Fian had no idea how news traveled that fast to him.
Fian nodded. "But I could only do it a few times. It's still hard to maintain both simultaneously."
"Being able to do it even once is already impressive, Fian."
Asta smiled gently, like a grandfather proud of his grandson. "And in just three months, you've mastered all the basic elf skills as well."
In his mind, Fian felt all that was nothing compared to Gara's abilities.
