Behind him, the butler's face paled even further—a silent, lingering reminder that his replacement was no longer just a possibility but a ticking countdown.
Roman and Myria exchanged a brief glance but said nothing, maintaining their unshakable discipline.
Fenric turned his gaze back toward the girl.
Just in time to see her eyes lift and meet his.
It lasted only a moment. No smile, no flinch, no fear—just calm calculation.
Fenric mentally noted her for specialized training. Her innate specialties were already known to him: she had a clear affinity for assassination techniques and a natural pull toward Darkness Aura arts. I'll need to find high-quality assassin aura techniques for her, he thought.
{Brat. Use Soul Projection. You'll see her real potential,} Duserdis's voice echoed in his mind, smooth and faintly amused.
'Duserdis?' Fenric responded mentally, mildly surprised. 'You're awake?'
'And what do you mean "use Soul Projection to scan her potential?"'
