"...mister Carambola, on one hand I appreciate your help, but on the other... something inside me is deeply disturbed how easily you are dispatching all the traps that my mother order to put in place..."
The blond prince sighed with a mixed expression while watching the silver-haired gentleman touch the wall of the eerie cobweb-covered secret hallway - they entered through a secret passage through a locked cell in the royal-castle's dungeon – have his body flash white as he used some sort of skill and nod to himself in satisfaction before crouching and repeating the same action but with the floor.
"Magic traps set by skills have the rather obvious flaw of being dependant on mana. Even if a magic stone is set in place to keep it nice and active, the skill will disappear once the mana is depleted."
Carambola stood up and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"Those... those are really expensive you know...?"
