The last few days had been rough for Raghu Kurman.
As the old saying goes, it's not the thief who steals that you should fear, but the one who has you in their sights.
Elsa might not have been a thief, but she certainly had her sights set on him, which left him feeling very insecure.
He investigated Elsa's life and found her background to be downright bizarre.
Before the age of nineteen, she was completely ordinary. Her parents were just small-town merchants who ran a little shop. Her brother was something of a bookworm who tested his way into a big city but hadn't made much of himself yet.
She, on the other hand, had been lucky enough to awaken a talent for Magic. It was only Illusion Technique, which didn't have much of a future, but it was better than nothing. She had only reached the rank of Level Two Illusionist before graduating, which probably meant her potential was limited.
