Snowflakes drifted through the air above the Manor.
On the grounds below, the old man raised his hand and swept it outward.
At once, the swirling wind and snow rolled back.
Not only did the snowflakes scatter,
the temperature also began rising rapidly.
A moment later, the scattered snowflakes melted into falling raindrops.
Baron Harold lifted his head, feeling the cool rain land on his face, while Titon stared dumbfounded beside him.
Was this his lord?
Was this his Dud of a lord?
Was this his dying Dud of a lord?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Of course, the Steward had heard about the Blood Scion.
He knew all the rumors, from the Blood Scion's sudden appearance and extraordinary strength to the claim that he had "already inherited the Blood Clan's legacy," then that he was "cautious, cunning, and never fought at full strength, constantly causing others to misjudge him," as well as being "the South Los Medium's partner."
He had even made a point of asking around.
It was not merely curiosity. There was also...
Envy!
He envied the Blood Clan for having arranged such a contingency.
With an arrangement like that, the Blood Clan's resurgence was only a matter of time.
Back then, the Steward had imagined more than once how wonderful it would be if the Harold Family had made similar arrangements.
Of course, fantasies were only fantasies. The Steward knew such a thing was impossible.
His lord was about to pass away.
What contingency could the Harold Family possibly have left?
Yet what he had just witnessed overturned everything the Steward thought he knew.
Those snowflakes were at least at the Arcana Level!
Dispelling snowflakes like those with a single strike would require at least Arcana Level strength!
His lordship was at the Arcana Level?!
*If his lordship