A Bloodline Hidden in Ashes
Victor said in a calm, amused tone, his golden eyes carrying the kind of quiet certainty that made people doubt their own disbelief before they doubted him.
"…the true blessing of your inability to harness mana is that it is proof that you are part of the royal family."
The words dropped into the chamber like a stone thrown into a still lake.
And the silence after them was violent.
Oil lamps crackled.
Somewhere in the back of the hideout, a chair creaked.
No one moved.
When Victor said this, aside from Videl everybody looked at him dumbly.
Even ever-stoic Lane was actually showing a rare look of confusion, her dark eyes widened, lips parted just slightly as though her disciplined composure had been struck through.
Clara's thoughts outright stalled.
Brinda blinked twice.
Eon stared.
And then, as if they had somehow rehearsed it—
they all shouted in sync with each other.
"WHAT?!"
