Frightening.
That was the only word Valdris could find to describe what Ulrich was just doing right now.
Frightening.
He had heard stories about Ulrich van Rubenhart before coming to Skargardia.
A young nobleman who lost his mother young. A genius expected to become one of the Kingdom's notable foreign mages one day. Then, according to the reports Valdris had received, Ulrich's mana core had blossomed broken. His potential had become useless. His future had narrowed. He had withdrawn from the world and later reappeared as an obscure Count following his father's death.
Valdris had expected a man bitter about what he had lost.
He had expected a mage who clung to basic spells because he could not afford anything greater.
He had not expected this.
The genius was real.
Valdris could no longer deny it.
