Fran clenched the ring in her hand and slowly threaded her mental power into it.
This is awful. Why did I run into someone from the Transmutation School the moment I finished the Steam Engine?
Her mind raced. Harbos might not be in the Headmaster's office right now, and she had no idea where her mentor might be. If she had to run, her only option was the Emerald Heart Tavern at the Apprentice Market.
Elan was, at the very least, the person in charge of an entire district. The Transmutation School would have to show the Alliance some respect, wouldn't they?
But that was only an option if she could escape. She had no idea what strange methods a formal Mage might possess, so she could only...
She tightened her grip on the ring again.
She knew this ring was like the instant-cast Spell Ring she had encountered before—it had a high-level spell inscribed within it.
So this was one of Harbos's masterpieces. To inscribe a high-level spell onto a ring, his skill had to be far beyond that of ordinary people.
Harbos had said she could barely use it, but she had no idea what spell was inside...
If the other party forcibly attacked, she could only activate the spell within directly.
Of course, that was the worst-case scenario. If the other party was willing to communicate with her...
Belori glanced at the Fran who had suddenly stopped, wondering why someone was out so late at night.
Out of habit, she used [Perception] to examine her. She had been doing this constantly these past few days.
Hmm... highly proficient at brewing potions, with some attainment in enchanting weapons as well... Those were the first two particularly outstanding skills she saw.
She knew more than three spells, and had