GDC 93

Chapter 93. The Appearance of a Rival Loic sat on the window ledge of Enolius’s room, staring outside.

The tall spires and sweeping view of the Ducal Castle lay before him, but none of it was enjoyable.

“My power… sealed?” he asked quietly.

As the setting sun slowly painted the castle walls, Enolius replied, “It’s only a guess, but I do feel a faint, unusual energy from Her Grace’s body.”

“But last time you said there was nothing.”

Loic remembered when Enolius had once cast healing magic on Annette.

“At that time, I really couldn’t sense anything.”

The mage shrugged.

Even then, Enolius had said something was strange.

After all, a person without magic shouldn’t be able to absorb such a powerful amount of mana without harm.

“Couldn’t she just have a tiny bit of magic?”

“For being small, the energy is far too pure. I’m not certain whether it’s…