"Dark mages?"
Only at this moment did a change flicker across Lizzie's otherwise impassive expression.
She gently set her teacup back on the table, her brows furrowing in contemplation. "Even within our kingdom, which holds more ancient ruins than most others, those capable of wielding forbidden magic are extremely rare."
"These kinds of spells bring immense harm not only to the body, but also to the soul. A single misstep could drag the caster into hell, damned for all eternity. Because of this, the dark mages—those who've mastered such forbidden arts—formed something akin to a mutual aid society, an organization designed to help newcomers navigate the risks associated with these powers."
"But maintaining an organization for the long term requires a massive financial foundation. It's not surprising, then, that the leader of the dark mages would accept the bounty from Lioncrest Academy in exchange for that hefty sum."
