Seberus coughed uncontrollably, but his gaze remained locked on the fingernail-sized Unity Mithril resting on the table. Even with just a look at it, he could sense the depths of its mystic power—mysteries so ancient and profound that even he, master of magic, was unfamiliar with them.
It felt like he was staring at a powerful relic from a bygone era—something that was lost in the sands of time, now finally revealed once more.
He was so fascinated by its presence that he didn't even feel annoyed at Michael's earlier prank.
"Cough… What is that? I feel… I feel the intensity of the elemental mana imbued in that material itself!"
Michael wiped the tears from his eyes, his laughter finally dying down. After teasing the Tower Master like that, he figured that it was only fair to tell him the truth.
