"You said Anvis enrolled in the Mystery and Ruins Academy?"
In Moonrise Fortress, Duke Carlot frowned as he listened to Butler Leonard's report.
Based on his original expectations, with Anvis's personality so similar to that of a scholarly mage, he should have chosen the Change School, which pursued truth directly.
"My dear Carlot, our Anvis must have had his reasons for choosing the Mystery School."
Duchess Elena brushed aside a lock of light golden curls by her ear and spoke softly, her eyes brimming with affection for her youngest son.
"Besides, the Mystic-type has its own advantages. Among those ancient items excavated from ruins, any one of them might turn out to be a hidden treasure."
"A hidden treasure?"
The Duke shook his head with a wry smile.
No one who could rise to the high levels was a fool. As for truly high-rank mystical items, even if no one knew what they did, plenty of Eighth and Ninth Rank Experts would be willing to collect them.
The items displayed openly for students to study would not exceed Seventh Rank at most.
As his biological son and a direct descendant of the Olyvendi Family, what meaning could those low-rank mystical items possibly hold for Anvis? "So be it. It was his own choice, after all."
That night, in the Lower District of Carlras, at the Moist Cat Tavern.
Two creaking old wooden doors were pushed open, and a figure entirely concealed beneath a black cloak appeared at the entrance.
Ignoring the noisy clamor, the foul, stifling air, and the ill-intentioned gazes cast his way, the cloaked figure walked straight to the bar and took a seat.
"What'll you have?"
Seeing a new customer, the burly tavern owner, who also served as the bartender, came over. He casually wiped at