"Sorry, I didn't get your consent beforehand." Gerald walked over to Silence and began speaking quietly with the guardian. "The child was about to come into the office, so I talked with her first and played with her for a while in the lounge next door."
Before Silence could say anything, Gerald continued, "May I ask you a question, Doctor Silence?"
"Does that child often experience auditory hallucinations?"
For Gerald, setting Ifrit's identity aside, he had already lost count of how many times in the past few days he had experienced the feeling of adding another Sarkaz entry to his collection.
Rhodes Island really was full of hidden talents. There were three Bloodfiends alone... ahem, two.
Was the fire on Ifrit powerful? Not exactly. He believed that this child might reach a rather impressive elite level in the future, perhaps even higher. But for now, all he needed was to place a wisp of wind upon her, and he could easily dissipate all her Originium Arts, including the flames that leaked out unconsciously.
But the root of the problem lay elsewhere.
The true fire was within Ifrit's heart.
The soul-flame unique to the Flame Demon, an untouchable forbidden zone.
The Flame Demon had returned to the multitude of souls, yet it still lingered in this world through fragments of its soul. From that perspective, it was similar to the Bloodfiend Lord's state.
That extra soul within her would not become a kind and amiable old mentor for Ifrit. Instead, it would become an immensely powerful engine, blowing apart Ifrit's already fragile vessel.
As long as that soul could be extracted and the remaining power and bloodline allowed to settle on their own, Ifrit's problem could be solved once and for all.
But how was he supposed to solve a