Chapter 23: Belmiard (3)
“For a commoner, his level of magic is quite impressive. It seems the rumors about that veteran mercenary weren’t exaggerated.”
Felmier downplayed the praise Jayden had given about Dereck. After all, the standards of commoners were usually mediocre.
It was true that his limits were evident—he primarily used one-star magic—but the finesse with which he handled the flow of magical power was the most refined Felmier had seen among the common folk.
Sometimes, individuals from humble backgrounds emerged who might have had different futures. Rarely, such people appeared among commoners, but most gave up when faced with the wall of bloodline.
Watching noble-born mages quickly reach levels that had cost Felmier years of grueling effort was hard to swallow. In the realm of magic, lineage was everything—first, second, and third.
That mercenary, though young, seemed to retain his determination intact. For Ellen, there was no better training partner. No need for formalities like with other nobles—a fair exchange of blows was possible, and even if they hurt each other during combat, it wouldn’t be a big issue.
Felmier recalled the confident look on Jayden’s face when recommending Dereck. Without a doubt, the wisdom of a mercenary famous in the War of Dawn was on another level.
“Was it the Beldern Mercenary Group…? It seems Lord Belmiard would be interested.”
Thinking he should remember the name of the group, Felmier continued observing the duel. It remained in near-perfect balance.