Two Thresholds

That night, Angel pondered for a long time before ultimately deciding to abandon any further investigation into Lucas.

There were three reasons. First, it was a waste of time. Second, since a truth-seeking wizard was involved, no matter how cautiously he proceeded, if anyone truly discovered that he had meddled in it, he would be placed in danger. Third, Angel could not determine what benefit he would gain by continuing to investigate.

Lucas's affair was hazy and indistinct, seeming to hold some hidden trickery while also leading nowhere. Lies and truth were tangled together in too tight a knot, making it a terrible waste of brain cells.

He might as well save his thoughts, look for gifted individuals, and then hurry to the next continent.

Having made this decision, Angel put away Lucas's voyage log and spent his time studying the Poem of Blankness as he waited for the next day to arrive.

Early in the morning, when the sky was only just beginning to brighten, Angel arrived at the gates of Count New Ross's estate.

When he arrived, he found Count New Ross already standing outside the gates with his wife and children, all dressed in formal attire.

Angel was somewhat curious why they were dressed so grandly. The countess had even bared her shoulders. The temperature was not high at all today; although it was no longer snowing, it was even more biting cold than when the snow had fallen.

Angel glanced at them and received nothing but a row of reverent gazes.

Angel had no interest in staring big eyes at big eyes with them. After politely nodding, he took out his enchanting tools and began inscribing a Mental Shock magic pattern at the gates.

About twenty minutes later, he completed it in one smooth sweep.

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