The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Recall what he said when he first gave you that Crossbow Case," Dolomites’s eyes flashed with a hint of pride.

"What did he say? He said nothing, what could he say? I’ve always thought there’s something off about his mind, a neurotic fellow," Thomas replied without hesitation.

A touch of dissatisfaction crossed Dolomites’s eyes. Her brother seemed clever, but she had no idea what he spent his days thinking about. Here she was, discussing serious matters with him, and yet he was distracted. If not for his strong and reliable background, she would not have been supporting him.

Noticing the displeasure on his sister’s face, the young man smiled slightly, put down his book, picked up his coffee, and took a gentle sip, saying curiously, "Why? Could it be that you think just because he’s been ennobled to the Caucasus, he can help us secure the Catania River trade route? I’m quite eager to know how he convinced you he could achieve that."

Only then did Dolomites’s mood lift. It seemed her astute brother wasn’t foolish after all. Clearly, the impression left by that lower noble hadn’t faded, particularly regarding the Catania River navigation issue; he remembered it well. With just a hint from her, he had immediately caught on.

"Thomas, don’t underestimate the current Komer. There’s something strange about him. He seems to have changed a lot since his time in Cyprus. Back in Cyprus, he appeared to be feigning depth, but now, the confidence and profundity that exude from him don’t require any pretense to be felt. Ah, one could say he gives off a trustworthy vibe, which isn’t something just anyone can achieve," she said.

Dolomites tried hard to recall the events, and although she was unaware of Komer’s Mage identity, she firmly believed that a mere Baron couldn’t possibly seem so at ease and even somewhat condescending before her; this could only mean that the man possessed some unknown strengths.

"Oh? Is that really so?"