"What did you say!" Rolint was utterly shocked. Like many others, he had actually spent less than half a year in Tonigell. Later, as the situation in the Southern Territory grew increasingly tense, he secretly returned to his family at his father's order. It was said to be a secret, but in truth, it was difficult to hide from the Tonigellians. Fortunately, Lady Antitina had not stopped him.
Like many young noble scions, he had actually come here because of the fame surrounding the place, but he had never truly met that legendary Count in person, so he could not help feeling disappointed.
When Klin told him that Count Tonigell had actually returned to Fir Castle at a time like this, Rolint could not help feeling both excited and uneasy. His unease naturally came from the fact that he and the Count were enemies rather than allies at this moment.
Whenever he thought of the Count's legendary experiences, the young man felt restless.
Moreover, his personal freedom did not seem to be in his own hands anymore. At this thought, Rolint instinctively turned his gaze toward Brando, who stood not far away.
Brando was also paying attention to the conversation.
Klin had naturally noticed the young man who was with Rolint long ago. He vaguely felt that the other seemed familiar, but did not think much of it. Now, seeing Rolint actually ask for the other party's opinion, he was startled, assuming Brando was the descendant of some prominent family in the Southern Territory—perhaps an illegitimate son of Grand Duke Golan-Elson.
"Who is he?" he asked in a low voice.
"A mage," Rolint replied flatly, then added, "A very powerful one."
It sounded rather like he was justifying his loss of freedom.
But Klin did not think so. Rolint's vague