Chapter 8: The Eldest Young Master’s Return
No one knew what had happened, except for Illiya and Darius.
The former had been keeping a close watch, while the latter, with his exceptional combat skills, was sharp enough to perceive the traces of the attack.
"I've merely experienced a decline in my magic level. And yet, according to your words, I'm practically a cripple, useless person who can't do anything."
A lazy voice sounded from a distance.
When everyone turned to look, they saw a man clad in a silver magic robe stepping out of a carriage emblazoned with the Taeharin family crest.
This man was none other than the so-called "cripple," the eldest young master of the Taeharin family.
The hood of his robe was pulled up, concealing his face.
Only a neatly tied black hair ribbon could be seen, peeking out from beneath the hood.
"When I woke up, I thought I had arrived home. But instead, I found myself stopped at the city gate. I was so startled—I almost thought the city lord was summoning me for something important."
The Taeharin family's eldest young master feigned a startled expression, but his tone remained utterly calm, without a trace of fear.
His words, however, were laced with sharp mockery.