Chapter 3: The World of Thaumaturgy
Meanwhile, the white-cloaked man scrutinized Elias with a narrowed gaze before addressing him, confusion and caution etched on his wrinkled face.
"Where did you bring me? Is this an ability of yours?"
"...What do you mean?"
Elias relaxed slightly as he inquired, his mind racing to analyze the meaning behind the white-cloaked man’s words.
"Stop playing dumb!"
The white-cloaked man observed Elias with an unconvinced expression.
"Ignoring the fact that you resurrected after dying for three whole hours, when did you awaken your ability? Is it the reason behind your resurrection?"
"What ability are you talking about?"
This time, Elias sensed the man before him was misunderstanding something, but he pressed on to confirm his conjecture.
"From my investigations, you’re nothing but an expelled trash young lord of some renowned aristocratic family who lost their Thaumaturge Sigil due to the Blood Oath Ritual, a political event held by aristocratic families to keep themselves in check."
The white-cloaked man’s voice dripped with disdain.