The next day, in Fenric's study room, he sat behind his desk while Mavis stood nearby. Aria was seated before them, curiosity in her eyes, as Raman pressed the Blessing Crystal to her temple.
When he stepped back, a faint glow spread across her body, her muscles tensing for just a moment before the light faded.
"That's a good sign," Mavis said with interest. "She must have gained a great class."
"What is your class?" she asked.
Aria flicked her gaze toward Fenric, who gave a small nod. Taking a breath, she answered, "My class… is called Death Soul Lord. It's a Legendary class with Mana as its primary energy type, and it's a mix of warrior and mage."
Mavis's eyes narrowed slightly in interest. "So your class is a blend of martial skill and magic—a magus-warrior hybrid with the attributes of soul and death magic," she said, her tone laced with curiosity. "You're already at the level of a sect heir."
