The rebels all looked at Anna in astonishment.
"Was that lightning hers?"
"This little girl is actually a spellcaster?"
"What spellcaster dresses like that?"
Blumenstein raised his voice. "Anna is a spellcaster from a poor family. Does that mean poor families can't produce spellcasters? Everyone is born equal. Magical talent doesn't descend only upon those of good birth!"
That was true enough.
But in reality, once someone became a spellcaster, even the poor could cross class boundaries and join the ruling class.
In that respect, Tsarist Russia was more advanced than Great Britain.
In Great Britain, if one's background was lacking, then even if they were lucky enough to be admitted to the Royal Spellcaster Academy, they would only learn military spells. Without the cooperation of their peers, they were practically useless, and on the battlefield, they could only serve as assistants to high-ranking spellcasters.
Blumenstein lowered his voice and asked, "How did you do that just now?"
Anna still sounded uncertain. "I'm not really sure. I just felt that after the bomb hit that person's shield, a weak spot appeared, so I cast a spell at it."
"Are you a spellcaster trained by Lady Natasha?"
"Trained... I don't think that counts?"
Anna hurriedly waved her hands. "But Lady Natasha did give me this power. Still, I really am not a spellcaster. What happened just now was only a lucky accident."
Rather than a lucky accident, it was more accurate to say that the new race created by the bloodlines of the Blood King clan and the Dragon King possessed combat instincts so powerful that they utterly crushed that blue-robed man, who had never set foot on a battlefield.
"A lucky accident?"
Blumenstein stroked his beard, growing excited as a suspicion took shape in his mind. "Tell me honestly, how