62 Because I Said So!

"Hey! How much longer are you going to sleep like a dead log?!" A voice shouted. Slightly awoken from his sleep, Greyson finally let out a small groan before cracking his eyes open. Blinking to adjust his eyes to the light, he looked over to see who was shouting at him during his precious sleep and recovery time. However, once he looked he was stunned by what he saw. Wasn't this person an elf? Standing at the side of his bed was a beautiful man. The signature shining platinum silver hair and pointed ears that signified a full-blooded elf. His eyes were a deep green with haughtiness clearly reflected. Hmmm... If he was this good-looking then he must be fairly close to the royal bloodline, wouldn't he? Greyson could clearly remember the Principal's words when he explained why his own looks were so plain. His elf mother was just a normal low-level servant, so he was not any more good-looking than normal humans. This elf in front of him had the signs of an important background in the elf empire.

"Yes, I'm an elf. I know my good looks are blinding, but you staring like so is making me uncomfortable." Unlike his beautiful exterior that was nice to look at, the words that came out his mouth were awfully grating to the ears. Confused as to why this self-centered elf was speaking to him, Greyson ignored his weird words and just went straight to the point.

"Who are you?"

"What?! You don't know who I am?" Extremely shocked, the elf looked like he was chocked suddenly.

"Am I supposed to know?" Annoyed with the slow progression of the conversation, Greyson's words became slightly brusquer.

"How could you have elf blood and not see me as your idol in this kingdom? Anyone who is anyone knows that there is only one famous elf in the Idris Kingdom, yet somehow you are completely ignorant?"

"I'm not from here."

"Ahhhhh... you must be from a very remote area. No wonder." Although the elf's words were correct, somehow Greyson felt slightly speechless with the size of this elf's ego. He had heard rumors of the normally prideful personalities of the elves, but he couldn't believe that this was the norm. This one in front of him was almost to the point of it being some sort of delusion.

"Well, be honored. My name is Brennan Sweetbow and I am a High Elder here at the academy. My position is only below the Principal even though my strength is not much different. I just disdain responsibilities that tie me down."

"Ah... Then, nice to meet you, Elder Sweetbow, I am Greyson." Although still a little dazed after hearing the elf's identity, Greyson didn't forget his manners and quickly greeted him. Seeing the surprise, Elder Sweetbow recovered his haughty smile.

"What? Shocked? Exactly, that's why it's so surprising you don't know me."

"Why has Elder Sweetbow come to meet me?" Still not comprehending the situation, Greyson had no choice but to ask directly.

"Of course, because you are my disciple!"

"Huh? Since when?"

"Starting today!"

"But I don't remember ever agreeing to this?"

"You don't have a say in the matter."

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" Sweetbow declared.

Furrowing his brows, Greyson felt extremely troubled by this obviously overbearing elf. He could be certain that the elf was powerful, however, this feeling of being coerced into becoming a disciple did not rub off well on him.

"What? Unsatisfied? You should know exactly what you lack currently, right?"

"Please enlighten me, Elder Sweetbow."

"Well, of course it's a decent teacher who can understand your multi-element situation and your bloodline. You are garbage at controlling the elements and wasting your elf bloodline which could make you so much more superior to these normal humans. I watched your match against that little Basileus boy. He's so weak, yet you took such a beating from him. Even if you aren't embarrassed, I'm embarrassed. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that I am the best teacher for you. You should at least know what elves are known for: multiple elements. We are all born with the ability to control the elements, so although our population in normally hundreds of thousands of times smaller than humans, our normal elves are much stronger than normal humans. I can help you control your bloodline AND show you how to use multiple elements and combine them as well. What situation could be better for you?"

Listening to the beginning of the Elder's words, Greyson's expression turned rather ugly, however, nearing the end he couldn't help but nod in agreement. This elf Elder was someone with a rather annoying personality, but he was the one who could help improve Greyson's current situation the most.

"Well it looks like you have thought it through. Then, we are master and disciple now!"

Slightly reluctant, Greyson still nodded his head. He needed to get stronger and this Elder could help him increase his strength faster.

"Bahahaha! You'll know what a great decision you have made very soon. I'm letting you know now, though. Don't even think about battling that Basileus boy anytime soon."

"Hm? Why? It shouldn't take that long for me to improve?"

"Hmph! You have been meditating in such low element level places that your foundation is not as strong. Your basic knowledge is also lacking from what I can tell. You'll be stuck practicing with me for at least a couple years to increase your strength. It's unrealistic to break through to the magister level until you are at least twenty years old anyways even with your talent."

Understanding the logic was easy, but Greyson still felt not resigned to waiting that long to fight again against Leo.

"Don't worry. He won't improve any faster than you. You will also be activating your elf bloodline so your practice speed will not decrease. By the time I'm done with you, if you don't wipe the floor with him then we are no longer master and disciple. That would just be staining my good name." Sweetbow suddenly declared seeing Greyson's hesitation. Looking over at his new master's confidence, Greyson sighed and nodded his head. He was just too far behind, he needed to spend time now before it was too late to strengthen his basics.

...

"Elder, how did the last match between Leo and Natalia go?" Suddenly curious, Greyson couldn't help but inquire as he had been passed out for an entire day. It was already the morning of the day after.

"Those two? Well, although not as amazing as my own disciple, that little girl is quite talented."

"Natalia won?!" His eyes widening in shock, Greyson felt that this information was slightly unbelievable.

"Well, don't you look down on her, too. I know a little about this girl. She's too lazy. Extremely talented with the entire family providing the best resources for her, but she hates fighting and practicing. She finds it dry and boring with no point. Thus, most of the time she loses the fights again Leopold. However, this does not represent that she is weak. I don't know what the Basileus boy had done to her, but during yesterday's fight she was incomparably serious. Everyone was shocked by the sudden power she had shown. She even combined her three elements into a spell reinforced by her tier three magic sword. That Leo boy will be aching for a little while from those injuries. Even this Elder still feels chills thinking of that peculiar girl's attitude. She just kept grinning innocently as she was beating the crap out of the poor boy. All like 'Oh, Big Brother Leo what's wrong? Why aren't you fighting back? Normally you are stronger than this. Don't go easy on me. Weren't you ignoring me earlier so well?' Ugh, although, I know my personality is pretty weird, that girl is something else." Showing an odd expression, Elder Sweetbow slightly shivered flashing back to yesterday's one-sided beating.

Greyson, however, had already stopped paying attention after learning how she had beaten Leopold so much. Leo had beaten him, but that same Leo was beaten so easily by another. Where did that put him compared to Natalia? Clenching his fists, he felt even more annoyed with his weakness.

"Elder Sweetbow!"

"What?! Why are you screaming my name all of a sudden?"

"Let's go! I want to start practicing right away!" Fires burning in his eyes, Greyson quickly showed his determination to Sweetbow. Squinting his eyes in satisfaction while letting loose a questionable grin, Sweetbow nodded enthusiastically.

"That's the spirit! Let's get going already then! Oh, and before you start wondering, I already took that kitten of yours to my house here at the academy."

"Lucius? Thank you!" Suddenly, Greyson felt that this teacher was not as unreliable as he seemed. He had even taken care of Lucius for Greyson.

"Oh, no problem. I've been thinking we should fatten him up before eating him. Magic beast meat is the most delicious delicacy. This cat seems like he has a powerful bloodline. You and I will benefit greatly. What a good eye you have for beasts, though. I must compliment this."

And the good feeling was gone again.

"Elder! He's my contract beast! Not some animal I'm raising to eat." Massaging his temples, Greyson felt that getting along with this teacher the next couple of years was not going to be easy at all.

"Hey, don't yell at me. How was I supposed to know you would take such a puny, cute-looking thing to be your magic beast. Is that how your taste runs? Normally only girls have a weak point for cute things." Elder Sweetbow, however, just look at Greyson with disdain.

His mouth twitching, Greyson just stopped talking. He felt like the more he spoke with this enigma of an elf, he would drive himself insane.

"Just hold it in. Hold it in. He will make you stronger." Like a mantra, Greyson continued chanting this to himself and continued ignoring the Elder's words as he made his way over to his new training grounds.