Borne did not speak along the way. The Count wore a stern expression, as though he were still angry, but Borne sensed excitement from the magical elements drifting around his grandfather.
After a high-level spellcaster purified their mana, their emotions could already influence the surrounding elements. If the difference in rank was even greater, they could even seize an enemy's spells directly.
Some spellcasters even trained specifically in this ability (do you know what class this is?). They could snatch away sorcery, divine arts, and magic cast even by professionals of the same rank!
The carriage had also been modified by the Count, combining the advantages of both speed and comfort. They had arrived before Borne even finished spacing out.
Borne could not help marveling that magic truly was black technology from the mystical side. This speed was no slower than cars from his previous life.
The coachman slowed down. Neatly trimmed witch hazels lined both sides of the road. They were a relatively rare species of ironwood; whether due to the season or artificial modification, their leaves were as red as flames. From afar, they looked like a long corridor of fire.
Through the gap in the window, Borne saw a beautiful palace-like estate ahead. Unlike Count Ioulaum's Elf-style manor, this estate possessed a different kind of beauty—grand, majestic, and strikingly symmetrical.
The carriage slowly pulled up to the entrance. Four enormous stone pillars stood atop the steps, where attendants had been waiting for some time.
"Count, Lord Borne, this way, please."
The leading attendant bowed deeply. The Count walked inside without changing his expression, and Borne followed close behind.
The leading attendant kept his head lowered as he followed them.
Beyond the main entrance was the front hall. The entire structure had an exceptionally light and spacious style.