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Azrael accepted the two items Master Lucian held out to him, a weathered notebook and a sealed envelope that seemed to carry considerable weight despite its modest size.

Bold letters in Master Lucian's distinctive calligraphy adorned the cover of the notebook: "Experiences in Creating Underworld Maps.

"This is..." Azrael's voice trailed off as realization set in. The notebook represented Master Lucian's personal compilation of decades spent mastering the creation of Hell-Type cards, knowledge that could not be purchased at any price. "Master, this is far too valuable."

A gentle smile creased Master Lucian's ancient features as warmth flickered in his eyes. "I observed your tournament fights before arriving here. Your developmental path differs significantly from my own traditional approach, so please consider this guide to experience as reference material rather than rigid doctrine.

This assessment had profound implications. Unlike Master Lucian's previous students, who had followed clearly defined paths of progression, Azrael's diverse collection of cards defied conventional categorization. The Pirate, Soul Reaper, and other entities he'd manifested during the Provincial Exam belonged to entirely different mythological frameworks.

In creating this experience notebook, Master Lucian had deliberately focused on basic principles and cautionary advice rather than specific settings or detailed formulas. He understood that to limit Azrael's remarkable creativity would be educational malpractice of the highest order.

Better to provide basic wisdom now, while Azrael's inspiration burned bright, and then offer more structured guidance later, when his innovative spark eventually faded.

Carefully tucking the notebook into his jacket, Azrael felt a wave of gratitude mixed with responsibility. This was far more than academic material, it was a Master's investment in his future potential.

Without hesitation, he opened the envelope under Master Lucian's expectant gaze.

The contents took his breath away. Several rare materials nestled within the protective padding, each radiating spiritual energy that marked them as Silver Level components. The value of the collection exceeded anything Azrael had encountered before.

"These materials should be sufficient to create a proper map once you advance to the Silver level," Master Lucian explained, noting Azrael's stunned expression with obvious satisfaction. "Think of it as an investment in your further development."

The Master's tone grew more serious as he continued. "I must return to the coastal defense lines for inspection duties after today. My extended stay in Velkairos has already delayed several critical assignments."

A shadow crossed Master Lucian's weathered features. "Unfortunately, this means that I will not be available for direct instruction for the next few months. These gifts serve as compensation for my necessary absence."

Silence fell between them as Azrael processed the implications. In truth, Master Lucian owed him nothing. The opportunity to study under a master-level Lore Cardian was a privilege beyond measure, regardless of the specific details of the arrangement.

His previous life had taught him about truly exploitative academic relationships, graduate students working themselves to exhaustion for no compensation while professors claimed credit for their discoveries. Compared to such horrors, Master Lucian's generous treatment seemed almost miraculous.

The Master's willingness to provide substantial support despite his impending absence demonstrated a genuine commitment to Azrael's growth. This was not the behavior of someone seeking to exploit a talented student, but rather of a teacher determined to nurture exceptional potential.

Besides, choosing Grand Scholar Tempest wouldn't have helped the situation. Master Lucian might be patrolling the coastal defenses, but Ashton had just as much responsibility to guard the northern border against demon incursions.

"Thank you, Master." The words came from Azrael's throat, thick with emotion, carrying a gratitude he struggled to fully articulate.

Master Lucian placed a reassuring hand on Azrael's shoulder, his touch conveying decades of accumulated wisdom and experience. "You are still young, with countless years ahead of you," he said with quiet conviction. "Before you reach your full potential, we veterans should shoulder the greater burdens."

The gravity of his words hung in the air before Master Lucian's expression brightened with renewed warmth. "Don't think of this as a final farewell. If you have any questions during your studies, you can always call me."

Azrael nodded silently, feeling the weight of expectation and opportunity settle over his shoulders like a cloak.

"Now then, return to your hotel and rest," Master Lucian instructed with gentle authority. "I have an old friend to visit before I leave Pixar."

As Master Lucian walked away with measured strides that spoke of a lifetime of dignity, Azrael prepared to return to his quarters. But his path was immediately blocked by an enthusiastic crowd of familiar faces.

Today was their last day at Pixar. Were it not for Azrael's participation in the closing ceremony, the Silverbrook High School group would already be on their train back to Velkairos. They'd witnessed the entire recruitment battle from up close, including Master Lucian's private conversation with their champion classmate.

Gabi approached with stars dancing in her eyes. "Azrael, was that Master Lucian just now? What did he say to you?"

Residents of the coastal regions held Master Lucian with a reverence that bordered on worship. His decades of service protecting their communities from demonic threats had elevated him to near-legendary status among ordinary citizens.

Azrael could not divulge Master Lucian's specific travel plans, so he offered a deliberately vague answer. "My teacher has accepted me as his personal student. He simply provided some guidance and materials for my further development."

The surrounding Silverbrook students looked confused at first at the reference to "teacher," but understanding quickly dawned as they realized Azrael was talking about Master Lucian.

Yurek stepped forward, obvious envy mixed with disbelief in his voice. "Azrael, when you say 'teacher,' are you referring to Master Lucian himself?"

Azrael's silent nod confirmed their suspicion, sparking an eruption of excited chatter among the assembled students. Their gazes were now a mixture of awe and envy as they fully realized the magnitude of his achievement.

However, they also acknowledged that Azrael's tournament performance had certainly merited such recognition from a master-level Lore Cardian. His dominance throughout the Provincial Tournament had been nothing short of extraordinary.

"By the way," Gabi asked as a sudden thought struck her, "who was that other distinguished gentleman who was talking to Master Lucian earlier?"

Azrael looked at her with mild annoyance. "What 'gentleman'? That was Master Ashton."

A collective gasp echoed through the group as the revelation sank in.

Grand Scholar Tempest's primary area of operation was the Northwest Frontier, so news of his activities rarely reached coastal towns like Velkairos. Students knew his name and reputation, but had never encountered him in person.

To see two master-level Lore Cardians in a single day was beyond their wildest expectations.

"What brought Master Tempest here?" Yurek asked with barely contained curiosity.

"Grand Scholar Tempest has offered to accept me as his student if I choose Northwind University," Azrael explained matter-of-factly.

Several question marks seemed to materialize over each student's head as they processed this casual bombshell.

The implications were staggering: two Master-level Lore Cardians had personally competed for the privilege of training a single high school student. Had anyone else made such a claim, it would have been dismissed as a delusional fantasy.

Unfortunately for their peace of mind, it was Azrael who made the claim, lending it complete credibility.

Before the interrogation could continue, Azrael smoothly redirected the conversation. "I won't be returning with everyone. My teacher has arranged for me to attend Pixar University for the spring semester.

The timing was perfect. With the year ending in late December and an early New Year's celebration approaching, winter break would soon begin. The spring semester would likely begin in early February, leaving him little time to prepare for university life.

With no family ties in this world, Azrael saw no reason to return to Velkairos. He could just as easily celebrate the New Year in Pixar, and staying here would allow him to familiarize himself with his new surroundings.

He turned to Miss Victoria with respectful gratitude. "Miss Victoria, please inform the school administration of my early graduation."

Victoria nodded with obvious pride, pleased to make such arrangements for her most accomplished student.

Gabi's expression turned melancholy as reality set in. "I guess this is goodbye then, Azrael."

Despite her sadness, she had long anticipated this moment. Azrael's talents had always destined him for greater things than her provincial high school could provide.

There was a reassuring warmth to Azrael's reply. "Don't be so dramatic. Pixar isn't that far from Velkairos."

His smile broadened as he continued. "Besides, you have your own college entrance exams in six months. We'll definitely meet again if fate allows it."

The encouragement helped lift everyone's spirits, though the impending separation still weighed heavily on their hearts.

"Until we meet again, Azrael," Gabi said quietly, speaking for the entire group.

"Until we meet again," he replied with equal sincerity.

At the hotel entrance, Azrael watched the Silverbrook High School bus disappear into Pixar's evening traffic, carrying his classmates back to their familiar lives. A strange mixture of nostalgia and anticipation settled in his chest as he considered the road ahead.

"Now that everyone's gone, time to get serious," he muttered to himself, mentally cataloging his immediate priorities.

Living in hotels indefinitely was neither practical nor economical. His first order of business was to secure proper housing at Pixar, something suitable for a university student with substantial financial resources at his disposal.

The six million Empyrean Dollars promised by Pixar University had been deposited into his account immediately upon signing the contract. His days of careful budgeting were officially over, replaced by the comforting knowledge that money would no longer constrain his choices.

However, more pressing matters demanded his attention. The materials that Fredrika had provided during the middle stages of the tournament remained unused in his mental space, representing potential power enhancements that he couldn't afford to ignore.

With time finally available for careful planning, he needed to contact Fredrika and clarify whether the Crimson Oath Society had any additional missions planned for his Iron Man persona. He also needed to inform her of his choice of university and see if this development could bring additional organizational benefits.

The pieces of his complex double life were shifting once again, and Azrael intended to position himself advantageously for whatever challenges lay ahead. His tournament victory was only the beginning; the real game was about to unfold in Pixar's halls of power and shadow.

As he walked back into the hotel lobby, Azrael's mind raced through the strategic possibilities that awaited him in his new life as Master Lucian's apprentice.