"Well then... let's start with the story from the past... I don't think I've told you this yet, have I?" Myra said, hesitating slightly.
Faith nodded, gesturing for her to continue.
But just as Myra was about to speak, the mansion door was roughly pushed open. Elna, Cody, and Faith's two other subordinates, a girl named Ame and a boy named Stan, all stood up in alert unison.
A man in high-class noble attire entered. He wore small, round spectacles, his face stern and cold, and his most striking feature was the sword at his hip.
Immediately, Myra felt an immense pressure descend, making her unable to even lift her head; her entire body felt glued to the chair.
High-class Magus.
That was the only phrase that popped into Myra's head.
Although Myra wasn't yet a mid-class Magus, she was close to that threshold. So, the difference between her and a mid-class Magus wasn't so vast that mere aura could immobilize her.
To achieve this, only a High-class Magus could do it.
