Upon hearing this, Irtis and Ed looked at Luca with disbelief.

Of all people, he said such a thing.

“…You did well, Luca.”

Irtis burst into laughter without even realizing it.

But Sharack was greatly taken aback by Luca’s words.

He vehemently denied, clapping his hands.

“Hey, dating! I’m participating in the Buma Tournament; I wouldn’t even think about such a thing…”

Then, Irtis, staring at him, said.

“Shall I tell you? Prodia’s ideal type.”

At that, Sharack’s gaze changed dramatically.

Without realizing it, he had approached Irtis.

“What kind of man does she like?”

Look at this guy.

He says he has no intention of dating, but his eyes light up when it comes to ideal types?

Irtis slightly frowned, but soon smiled at Sharack.

“First, he must be wealthy.”

“Ugh.”

Sharack looked incredibly awkward.

For a soldier who threw away his leave, there’s no way he has money to spare.

And then Irtis added another word.

“And Prodia has to see him often.”

At those words, Sharack pondered deeply.

“Umm… Am I okay at this level?”

Fortunately or unfortunately, he seemed unable to objectively judge his own face.

Then Luca intervened.

“Well, of course, Sharack, you’re good-looking. But he has to be much more handsome. Way more.”

“Are you saying he has to be like you?”

Saying that, Sharack blinked his pure eyes at Luca.

It seemed like he was really sincere.

Receiving unexpected praise, Luca became flustered.

“Ugh…”
“Luca, you’ve been the most handsome man I’ve ever met so far. Haha!”

Saying so, Sharack once again smiled warmly.

It was a truly pure compliment, free from sarcasm or jealousy.

Feeling a pang of conscience at that sight, Luca slumped into his seat, losing his composure.

Watching this, Irtis thought to himself, ‘I shouldn’t mention that personality is the most important.’

Everyone knows Luca has a good personality.

However, Ed, as the last one, tapped his bottle and spoke.

“Oh, oh. You shouldn’t leave out the most important thing. Of course, wealth and appearance are important. But what she values most is personality.”

At that, Sharack’s face turned red.

“I hear a lot that I have a good personality!”

“Of course, I admit that. But unfortunately, Prodia has no interest at all in a man who likes himself.”

“I don’t really understand what you mean…”

“Nice guys are boring. So, if you’re a handsome, rich guy with a sharp and haughty personality, wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Saying so, Ed laughed.

Look at this wicked guy.

Irtis and Luca exchanged glances and shook their heads at Ed.

But even they thought, ‘He’s not entirely wrong.’

After hearing everyone’s descriptions, Sharack’s expression became serious.

“Um. To be rich, handsome, and have a bad personality… That’s completely the opposite of me.”

But the gloominess lasted only for a moment; he clenched his fist and stood up.

“Still, I can’t give up. I’ll find strength with my own charm. Thanks to all for sharing valuable advice!”

With hearty laughter, he left the training room.

At the same time, the faces of the remaining three were filled with wrinkles.

The plan to make Sharack exhausted and give up was, as expected, a failure.

Luca grumbled with bloodshot eyes.

“I knew this would happen. Now what do we do?”

“Sigh, this is really awkward.”

Then, suddenly, Irtis stood up and left the training room.

Thud.

As soon as the door closed, the remaining two men looked at each other simultaneously.

Luca chuckled.

“He’s the funniest. Still, he doesn’t like Prodia?”

“Let’s just leave him alone. If he realizes his feelings for the Archmage, it’ll be a big problem.”

“What about Sharack?”

“What can we do? We need to keep him away from her as much as possible.”

However, Ed overlooked something.

Sharack was a man who valued not only love but also friendship.

Leaving the training room, Sharack recalled what Ed had said to him a while ago.

“Prodia has no interest in a man who likes himself.”

Thinking about it, it seemed a bit strange.
How does Ed know that? Moreover, earlier, the three men elaborated on Prodia’s ideal type as they left. It was very detailed, as if they were recounting their own experiences. ‘Could it be…’

Just then, Irtis came out of the training room and approached Sharack.

“Hey, Sharack. Where are you going?”

For some reason, Irtis had an uncomfortable expression.

“I was on my way back to my room.”

“Oh, really?”

He sighed with relief and patted Sharack’s shoulder.

“Everything’s fine, but don’t bother Prodia too much. It disrupts the training. Okay then, good work.”

Saying that, Irtis shook hands and walked past him.

Watching his retreating figure, Sharack vividly recalled a previous memory.

The day Irtis followed him.

On that day too, Irtis had the same expression when he asked about the connection between the characters in the portrait and Prodia.

The exact same expression as now.

Irtis only wore that expression when it was related to Prodia.

It was only then that Sharack realized.

He wasn’t the only one showing interest in Prodia.

“This can’t be… All my friends were spies.”