Jiniya's Fate

After leaving the stall, Dago happened to receive a reply from Jiniya—

"Michael had honestly told me the reason before. She said my soul is rather special, and the aura it gives off happens to be very helpful to her. It can promote the growth of one of her abilities."

Even through the runestone's transcription, Jiniya's voice still carried that innocent purity of someone untouched by the world.

In the Wizarding World, a so-called "special soul" often meant a rare experimental material or an atavistic manifestation of some ancient bloodline.

Reading Jiniya's reply, Dago considered it for a moment before asking, "Has she asked you to do anything?"

He had to determine what level of predation this so-called Michael had reached.

Was it gentle symbiosis, or all-consuming devouring?

"Only... only..."

Before Jiniya could finish speaking, the voice from the communication stone abruptly cut off.

It was not the static of a poor signal, but the sudden silence of a high-level Mental Force Field instantly severing the magical connection.

The transmission had been abruptly cut off.

Dago was somewhat surprised, but he did not dwell on it. He assumed Jiniya had suddenly become busy with something else. What interested him more now were the two items he had just acquired.

To a wizard, another person's fate was ultimately just scenery along the way. Only the truth held in one's hands was eternal.

Meanwhile, inside a lavishly decorated mage tower somewhere.

"M... Michael."

Jiniya stood in a room surrounded on all sides by bookshelves, nervously tugging at the hem of her wizard robe.

The room was filled with a high-grade alchemical product known as Calming Incense. Its fragrance could slightly numb the vigilance of low-level wizards, leaving them in a relaxed state more susceptible to suggestion.

Before her stood a blonde woman