Silver eyes were brimming with suspicion as they stared at the person of royalty before them. The youth's deep gaze made the prince as still as a tree trying to resist the storm threatening to uproot it. Understanding Moulin's doubts, he composes himself while still presenting the purple gem to the young man.
The prince stretched out his fingers, and his mana thrummed in the air surrounding Moulin. His mana morphs into dust-like particles, fluttering in the air and transforming into three magic runes
"No, it is not like that, young master. You see, this is a concealment shard. It doesn't constrict your mana at all. I swear it. The charms cast are for your protection, tracking, and mana analysis. Nothing more." The prince explained.
