In a spacious, luxurious room inside Wilson Castle, a slender young man with beautiful, long golden hair paced restlessly.
The blond man was only in his twenties, and his face still held a trace of boyishness. Faint fluctuations of elemental energy emanated from him, but they were not particularly strong. He was merely a fourth-level mage.
"Kanglin, stop worrying. The Royal Family is too powerful. I'm already grateful that I escaped alive and spent a few days hiding in Wilson Castle. But no one Butuo XVII wants to find has ever managed to evade him. I should go out. Only by rooting out every last threat will Butuo XVII feel secure and stop scheming against the Wilson Family."
Suddenly, a young woman with an innocent face, dressed in a pristine white mage's robe, rose from beside the bed. She gently took the man's hand, reluctant to let him go.
"Anqi, don't worry. Butuo XVII may be forceful, but he has always valued our Wilson Family. You've seen it yourself these past few days. There are plenty of Spellcasters watching outside. They already know you're here, but none of them has dared come in. Father will handle this. Besides, he discussed it with me a few days ago. He plans to pass the Wilson Family's ducal title to me. Then you'll be my duchess. Out of regard for the Wilson Family, His Majesty will surely stop pursuing you for being a Spellcaster from Gray Mist City."
Kanglin tried to reassure her, though he was worried himself. The Wilson Family might be at the height of its glory, but it was still far inferior to the Royal Family. Against that king's overbearing power, the Wilson Family would certainly be helpless.
"Young Master Kanglin, bad news! Archmage Anlin of the Royal Family has