In the carriage, Helen immediately fixed her gaze on Locke's left arm, confusion flashing through her eyes. "Mage Emperor, your hand..."
Helen immediately grew tense. "Could it be that you're a Demonfolk spy..."
Before she could finish, Alicia raised her right hand. The Charm Bracelet on her wrist released an eerie red glow toward Helen's eyes. The Enchantment School's powerful Human Charm penetrated the Third-Class Wizard Apprentice's mind and soul, forcibly changing her thoughts.
Helen then turned and stared at the back of Locke's left hand. Though she clearly saw the blue cross-shaped birthmark, she said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mage Emperor. I was mistaken."
"I truly apologize."
Alicia glanced at the native woman and said, "She can use magic, and the power of her spells is close to that of a Third-Class Wizard Apprentice, but her soul itself is so fragile. This world's power system is flawed—seriously flawed. It seems to exist by relying on something. Locke, what should we do about the back of your hand now?"
Locke cast a 0.3-Ring illusion on the back of his right hand. Based on his status as a First-Ring Wizard in the Liquefaction Stage, he temporarily constructed a Spell Model and forcibly cast an Illusion School spell.
Though it was only 0.3-Ring, it should correspond to the magic level of a Grand Mage in this world. It ought to be enough to deceive a few guards.
A membrane of light appeared over the back of his right hand and gradually spread across his entire palm. But the membrane suddenly shattered almost at once.
The illusion had directly failed.
Alicia asked in confusion, "What happened?"
Locke looked at his right hand and frowned. "It's the magic power of the Divination School. That magic power constantly lingers around us, trying to lock onto the