He is the Holy Son of the Holy See, but a master of black magic.

The overall layout of the VIP area on the second floor is elegant, surrounded by rounded mahogany guardrails, and there are many exquisite and delicious foods on the long table next to it.

When a large number of cheers erupted below, it was very dull here.

Bishop Norman, who had been making trouble for Andy intentionally or unintentionally, was completely speechless at this time.

He turned sideways and stared at the bustle below. His old face was expressionless, his eyelids were drooped, and his attitude could not be seen.

However, the hands placed on the knees under the table unconsciously turned the ruby ​​ring on the index finger.

This action was very covert, but it revealed silently that his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The reason is simple, he doesn't want Andy to be in the limelight.

I was unwilling at the first pass.

This second level is even more unwilling.

But before that, he had actually been mentally prepared - if Andy took first place in the second level, then even if he didn't want to, he would have no choice but to accept it.

But Bishop Norman obviously did not expect that Andy's willpower was not only strong, but also strong enough to refresh the country's historical record——

You know, that record is not limited to the accumulation of young people, it is actually a record shared by all the extraordinary people in the country!

This is very exaggerated, so exaggerated that it can be compared to Andy using graffiti to exorcise demons.

It’s deeply shocking, yet incomprehensible.

It is impossible to understand, and can only be regarded as because he is gifted, or his belief in God is too devout, and even the devil cannot corrode his thinking.

In this case, naturally there is no way to find fault.

But instead of finding fault, can you praise it instead?

At this moment, looking at the group of people below who were cheering loudly for Andy, Bishop Norman felt it was a bit annoying, let alone participating in it himself.

So he had no other attitude except silence.

Interestingly, the "professor" who had expressed his appreciation for Andy's several performances before was also silent now.

When he looked at the black-haired boy in the crowd, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was examining something.

Or like, what are you thinking about?

What is this person thinking?

The Norman bishop could not be sure.

The two of them are old acquaintances. He was able to win the competition with Father Matthew and serve as the bishop here, but it was also thanks to the "professor" in front of him.

But the two parties cannot be called friends at all, and can barely be called collaborators.

It's more like a superior-subordinate relationship.

In this case, Bishop Norman doesn't even know this person. When he looks at him now, he even feels very strange.

It's like looking at a passerby you've never seen before.

What on earth was he thinking?

The old bishop asked this question repeatedly in his heart, but he still had no answer...

"If I remember correctly, you have a granddaughter as old as him?"

At some point, the professor suddenly spoke.

As if he had returned to normal, as he asked, the old gentleman applauded like the others.

When looking at Andy below, he changed into a smiling and appreciative look again.

"Yes."

Bishop Norman, who came to his senses, said hurriedly: "But she is only twelve years old."

"Twelve years old...well, they are not much different in age - would she like a heroic boy like Andy?"

"You're joking."

When the old bishop heard this, he waved his hands hurriedly.

"What kind of hero is he? At most, he is just a rookie with some talent, and his sickly appearance is annoying. I don't want to find such a person as my grandson-in-law, who may die suddenly at any time."

"Diseases can be cured."

The professor said disapprovingly: "For people like us, is cancer an insurmountable problem?"

"That's true for you, but not necessarily for me."

The bishop shook his head and said: "Besides, even if the disease is not considered, Andy himself may not be a suitable marriage partner."

"Not suitable?"

When the professor heard this, he looked sideways at him with a strange expression, as if to say, you still look down on a genius of this level?

"I actually have serious doubts about whether this child is capable of having children if his development is so delayed."

The Norman bishop explained sternly.

Those words full of contempt made the professor look stunned, and then he burst into laughter.

"You are really... There is an old saying in the Far East, how do you say it?"

"I don't know much about Far Eastern culture, so, uh... I don't know what you are referring to."

Bishop Norman's embarrassing words made the professor inexplicably silent for a while, and then he sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, I can't remember it either. Anyway, you should understand what I mean."

Of course I understand, the old bishop thought silently.

But I don’t want to understand…

While sighing secretly, he looked down at the black-haired boy who was shaking hands with the surrounding "contestants" and about to enter the third assessment, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Some people can be suppressed by just pressing them casually.

But for some people, no matter how much pressure they put on them, it doesn't work...

No, I can’t say it’s useless, but it’s very useful.

The old bishop was full of regret at this time.

I feel that I should not have randomly changed the assessment items before.

Because, hell yeah.

He pushed the kid back!

Not only did it not push him down, but it also gave him the opportunity to jump several floors!

What a stupid thing this is...

Without having a detailed understanding of his background, I would naturally assume that he is at most talented in painting.

So he tried to let other people shine to distract Andy's halo of genius.

As a result, it ended up in the current situation...

What a pig brain!

Bishop Norman, who had not cursed anyone for many years, never thought that when he cursed again, the target would be himself.

But although he was annoyed at his own decision-making mistakes in his heart, on the surface, he looked calm.

"The third level is the duel. I never believe that he can create another miracle in this aspect."

"indeed."

The professor then agreed, "But considering his background and education, even if his performance is ordinary, it will be surprising enough."

"so……"

The bishop looked hesitant and said, "You're not very optimistic about the child's performance at this level either?"

This is supposed to be nonsense.

Because no normal person would think that Andy, who is thin and sickly, has any fighting ability.

But that's what the bishop asked.

It didn't matter that he asked, and the professor answered patiently.

"Of course, even a genius has his limits. I can't say in other aspects. In the field of combat skills, he cannot have much potential."

"After all, the physical condition is there."

"Is such that."

Bishop Norman nodded in agreement, secretly feeling a little relieved.

It's fine that the professor doesn't expect much from this.

If you don’t have expectations, it proves that you don’t take it seriously enough.

If he really had high expectations, then he really...didn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, the old bishop felt slightly comforted, and then looked down with the mentality of watching a child being beaten.

As a result, after a while, his face suddenly turned dark and he was going crazy inside.

"W-what kind of monster is this!?"