Muya's Handwritten Manuscript

Near dawn, Angel finished examining the talent of the last direct descendant of New Ross Count's Estate.

There was still nothing to be found.

Nite let out a soft sigh. Though he had already witnessed the rarity of the gifted at the City Lord's Estate yesterday, he had still clung to a sliver of hope, bringing every member of his family to be tested—even calling in the servants.

But in the end, hope could not withstand the cruelty of reality.

Nite had the servants comfort the bawling little brats. He exchanged a look with his father—the current Count of New Ross—and helplessly shook his head.

The Count of New Ross sighed. "I'll take them back first, so we won't disturb you any longer, Lord Wizard. As for the request you made earlier, since I agreed to it, Nite can take you to the basement beneath my study later. The historical records are all stored there."

Nite nodded. He had been quite mischievous as a child and often ran into that basement in search of treasure. In the end, there had been no treasure inside—only stacks upon stacks of books steeped in the weight of history.

It was then that Nite had fallen in love with reading. The story of "Vicious Naya" that he had told Angel aboard the ship had been discovered in the historical books of that basement.

"Remember, Lord Wizard's demands come first in all things. As long as they do not go against your heart, you need not seek my approval." After speaking, the Count of New Ross patted his son's shoulder and left with the others.

Once everyone had gone, Angel had already put away the talent orb. Leaning against a pillar to one side, he dozed with his eyes closed.

"My lord, would you like