Over the next few days, Ang was almost completely occupied by all kinds of balls and social events. Whether among noble offspring or mages, the upper circles of this imperial capital were always busy and noisy. Although Ang was no stranger to such occasions, these balls were more like exhibitions of status and rank, with few moments that were truly relaxing or enjoyable.
One day, at a lavish ball, Ang unexpectedly learned a startling piece of news: his friend Qatar was actually the first heir of a Great Noble family. Ang found it unbelievable. Qatar had never mentioned his family background before.
In the lounge area of the ball, Ang looked curiously at Qatar and said in a half-joking tone, "Qatar, you really hid it well. If not for an occasion like this, I probably never would have learned your true identity."
Qatar sighed softly and shook his head, a complicated expression appearing on his face. "It was never really a secret, but I never wanted people to remember me because of my family's status. You know, a family's glory and responsibilities all rest on your shoulders. It's a heavy shackle, and that's why I chose to become a mage."
Ang froze slightly before nodding. He could sense a deep pressure and a longing for freedom in Qatar's tone. Noble status might look glamorous, but not everyone could bear the responsibilities and expectations behind it.
Meanwhile, Herax stood silently beside them, but Ang sharply caught a trace of envy in his eyes. Herax had always wanted to join a powerful Mage Association, yet repeated attempts had failed. In comparison, Qatar's family background inevitably made Herax feel both inferior and longing.
After a brief silence, Qatar laughed heartily and patted Ang on the shoulder. "Enough about that. Ang, if you ever