'Did she really just do that?' Vasiliki thought, her eyes widening in disbelief as she watched Dimitra swiftly close and lock the door to Bahamut's room.
Vasileios and Michalis immediately halted their tussling with Nikoos, their mouths agape in sheer shock as the realization of what had just unfolded hit them.
Dimitra had skillfully outmaneuvered them all, seg the 4th position for herself.
Vasiliki couldn't help but let out a light chuckle, "Fufufu, I didn't expect that from her. It seems you will have to settle for 5th or perhaps even 6th pce if you're not careful, Vasileios," she teased, her gaze fixed on the dejected young boy sitting on the floor, staring bnkly at the ceiling.
However, Vasileios remained silent, his will to tihe fight for the remaining positions appeared to have been pletely extinguished.
Nikoos sat beside him, what little words of sotion he could muster, feeling a tinge of guilt for having dohe same thing to Vasileios that Dimitra had just done.
Michalis appeared to fare er, as he sat by the door to Bahamut's room, his eyes fixed on the ground, deep in ption.
The fmes of determination that once burned brightly within him seemed to have been all but snuffed out.
In the er, Eleni and Cir snickered quietly, thhly amused by the dramatic reas of the boys.
Draco shook his head in disbelief, 'Why are they being so dramatic over something so trivial?' he wondered.
'What significe does levelling up a few minutes before the others hold for them?' Draco pondered, once again shaking his head as he decided to focus his thoughts on his own impending level up, which he knew would be the most challengi.
If Bahamut's words were to be believed, Draco was soon to experience a great deal of pain, so he sat in a meditative pose, determio prepare his mind to endure what was to e.
Just as Draco was about to begin his meditation, Vasiliki approached him, waving both Nikoos' and her own status sheets in front of his fabsp;
He was supposed to have reviewed them earlier, but the distrag antics had made him fet.
Draitially wao ig, opting to view the information ter, but Vasiliki's persistence left him no choice.
"Draii, Draii, nii, nii, nii..." Vasiliki called out, eventually turning her pleas into a sing-song melody wheiced he was trying to ignore her.
'Ugh, I 't trate,' Draco thought, mildly annoyed by Vasiliki's insistence.
"Sigh, fine, I'll look at it now," Draco eventually relented.
He khat there was no point iing angry at her; children could be frustratingly persistent at times, and it was his duty to deal with it.
Grabbing the sheets from Vasiliki, Draco began by examiniats.
'Hmm, her stats are quite good. It would have been nice if she could have maxed out her physical stats, but that's asking for too much. She already has better stats than most adventurers could ever hope for,' Draco thought, his eyes then moving on to her new development ability.
"So you chose the mage development ability, huh? I ask why?" Draquired, his tone mild and curious.
The others perked up, eager to learn about Vasiliki's new ability.
Draco wasn’t pnning to scold any of his familia members for their choices in development abilities.
He believed he had raised them to be wise enough to choose what would be them the most.
However, that didn't mean he wasn't still a bit worried about a few of them.
That is why, he wao at least hear the reasoning behind their decisions.
"Well, it was what I currently he most, and it was the best option amongst the choices offered," Vasiliki replied, her toinged with a hint of smugness.
Draco couldn't help but inwardly roll his eyes at her response.
"I see, it's a great choice," he praised, deg to let her self-assurance slide for now.
"Of course, it's me you're talking about," Vasiliki said, her lips curling into a fident smile.
'Tsk, this girl...' Draco thought, but refrained from making any further ents.
Shifting his attention to the sheets in his hands, Draco began examining Nikoos' status and development abilities.
As Draco's eyes sed the information, a subtle frown tugged at the ers of his mouth.
His brow furrowed slightly as his gaze fell on the dreaded "0" in the magic stat.
'Ugh, something about a 0 in magic irks me in a weird way. It makes the stats sheet feel inplete,' he mulled, his brow furrowing.
'Do I o save up frimoires? No, they're far too expensive and rare. Getting five of them would be an immensely heavy task, but...' Draco's thoughts trailed off, his mind grappling with the implications.
The idea of his familia members missing out oential of accumuting mind through excelia due to their agic skills now weighed on his mind.
He was well aware of how rare magic skills were, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it shouldn't be something g, sidering how special everyone in his familia was.
'Am I perhaps being too greedy?' Draco questioned himself.
'No, there's no harm in wanting everyone in the familia to have at least one magic skill, but the prices of grimoires...' he mented, his frustration evident.
His train of thought was interrupted when Vasiliki spoke up, "Is something wrong with Nikoos' status sheet? You seem troubled after looking at it." she asked.
"No, it's nothing," Draco replied, his eyes briefly flickering back to the sheet.
'Wait, 't I just make the grimoires myself?’ an idea popped in his head.
‘But that would require the 'mystery' development ability, which is also extremely rare. And am I willing to use one of my ability slots for that skill? Ugh, but I make magic items and make money... what a dilemma.….' he thought.
Nikoos, notig Draco's distress, hesitantly asked, "Uhm, is something wrong with my status sheet after-all?" but Draco briefly ignored him.
Draco shook his head, deg to put aside his s for now.
‘I should stop mulling over this for now. I only pray to the gods and hope I get the 'mystery' development ability in my avaible options. From what I know, a strong imagination, rare materials and research are some form of requirements for it, and I might just meet those ditions,’ he thought, refog his attention on Nikoos' status sheet.
His eyes narrowed as they nded on Nikoos' choice of development ability: "Bone Crusher."
'Bone Crusher, huh? Not a bad skill, but...' Draused, his gaze meeting Nikoos', who immediately felt a bead of sweat f on his brow.
"So, why did you choose this skill?" Draco asked, his tone calm but probing.
Nikoos felt a small sense of relief wash over him, realizing that Draco wasly angry about his choibsp;
‘Phew, doesn't seem like he's mad that I chose that skill,’ he thought.
'Bone Crusher, that sounds kind of cool,' Michalis thought, his i in Nikoos' skill increasing.
Nikoos then proceeded to expin his reasoning and thoughts behind the choice, much to Draco's satisfa.
Draodded approvingly after listening to Nikoos' expnation.
"Anyway, it was a good choice. It's best to experiment with the skill to see how effective it be in the dungeon," he ented, his voice calm and thoughtful.
Nikoos let out a subtle sigh of relief, the tension visibly easing from his shoulders.
"By the way..." Draco began, his brow furrowing slightly as he sidered his words.
However, he was interrupted before he could tinue.
At that moment, the door to Bahamut's room opened once again, drawing everyone's attention.
Dimitra emerged, her status sheet clutched tightly in her hand.
Vasileios, who had been thought to still be in a state of shock, instantly sprang into a.
He rushed towards the open door, his eyes burning with determination.
Michalis, who ositioned closer to the entrance, also made a dash for the room, but Vasileios had a head start, so they both arrived at the same time.
The deg factor was a rather simple one.
Vasileios' simply had more stats in strength than Michalis which gave him the advantage, as he was able to easily push Michalis aside aered the room, quickly log the door behind him.
Michalis found himself sprawled on the ground, a look of disbelief and bewildermeched across his face at how swiftly he had been overpowered.
