The doubts filling his heart made Xia Nan's brow furrow unconsciously, and he studied Vior carefully.
Though this young mage looked travel-worn, as if someone behind her were constantly urging her onward, she had even entered the room at the very last second for their agreed meeting.
But judging from her fair, delicate face, and from those hands that perhaps bore a few ink stains and burn marks from experiments or spellcasting, yet were overall smooth and tender without many calluses, she must have come from a fairly good family.
At the very least, she did not have to spend every day toiling in the fields under the sun. She was like the young lady of a noble household.
And that was exactly what was strange.
Compared to Vior's youthful appearance, which seemed about the same age as his own, and her likely wealthy background.
Her own bearing gave off a stark sense of contrast: a composure and steadiness that did not match her age.
There was not the slightest trace of the frivolity commonly seen in the nobles of this world.
From entering the door, to greeting Xia Nan, to sitting down beside the table, Her movements were simple and efficient, without the slightest affected posture;
The Common Tongue she spoke also used only common vocabulary and grammar. When it involved magic-related specialized terms, she carried no sense of superiority, and even took the initiative to explain their meanings to Xia Nan.
Overall, though she vaguely seemed somewhat tired and busy, she was exceptionally poised and capable.
"Could she be some old monster pretending to be young?" Xia Nan speculated inwardly. "But where would she have heard of me? In the past year, all I did was make a trip to Newm, and I didn't even stay there for