"Mage Lynch, if this reassures you, then go ahead." Knight Macken unexpectedly smiled, "A little waste of time like this is still permissible."
The mage stepped forward, placing his hand on Knight Macken's chest, then began to check if he was carrying any magic. Zilvra noticed the serious expression on Lynch's face and also put her hand on the thin sword. Morgan, meanwhile, protected Soka, watching the mage and knight with some concern. However, Macken appeared quite at ease, as if he didn't have any psychological burden.
After a while, Lynch withdrew his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Knight Macken, your body has gained too much supernatural vitality; it's even making your body increasingly youthful. A powerful force is lurking within you, but it is very peaceful, at least temporarily it poses no harm to you."
