Kieran didn't move. He didn't really have any interest in beating up someone so weak, and it wasn't as though their little uncle had actually ended up injured.
As for Theron, he had already turned to leave, having long said his piece. There wasn't much of a reason to stay here any longer, so he didn't feel much pressure at all. From his back view, it even seemed as though he was slinking away in defeat.
He had some thoughts about what Ott was trying to do. But Theron was here for information, not training. Honestly speaking, he didn't know if he could even gain much from an Empire of Light Mana to start.
Whatever he could gain almost certainly wouldn't come from fighting—at least that was his assessment. These children were pitifully weak, and their combat experience might as well have been nothing at all.
He had expected more from a Clan that was on par with the Blacks, but he guessed that not every member of their Clan had to necessarily be some great genius.
