I Am Not The Duke's Evil Son

"Of course, my lord. Though I wouldn't say I'm skilled enough to impress you," Tarian replied politely.

"Show me your skill, and how well you can control the flame's temperature."

"Certainly, my lord."

Calm and composed, Tarian raised his hand. A searing fireball ignited, radiating enough heat to warm the entire room.

Octavia's eyes widened with curiosity as she stared at the fireball—watching a mage cast a spell was a rare sight.

Arthur was similarly intrigued, though he maintained his aloof expression.

"Lower the fireball's heat. Make it spread wider."

"As you wish."

With practiced grace, Tarian reduced the heat and diffused the flame until it became a thin sheet of fire.

'Hmm, not enough.'

"Lower it further."