"You little monster…" she whispered. "How in the hell is your mana sea this vast?"
"Dunno," Fenric replied with a shrug, his tone dry. "But it's probably the reason I was targeted by that bitch of a Dark Empress."
Mavis raised her brow, stood up from his lap, and began pacing. One hand rested under her chin, thoughtful.
"Hmm… you might be right. This could be the reason," she muttered. "After all, your talent was never fully evaluated. If she sensed that your potential surpassed her own child's, she may have decided to eliminate you in secret… using that slow-acting poison."
Fenric nodded slightly, though inside he scoffed.
Like hell he was going to tell her the truth—that the poison was actually the reason his mana sea had become this vast. Knowing this woman's twisted tendencies, she might decide to feed him even more poison next time… just to 'help him grow.'
"Hmm, still… your mana sea feels as if it's been tempered," she said.
