"Yesterday, I personally examined his body and didn't find any traces of magic whatsoever," Kenneth began his report. "Aside from that, there is no sign that he had awoken any kind of Spiritual Powers. Even so, I still can't gauge how strong he is."
"You can't gauge how strong he is?" the Elf interrupted Kenneth's report. "How can you not gauge his strength? Aren't you always with him?"
"Yes." Kenneth nodded. "I am always around him. When I used the clan's artifact to measure his strength, the results said that he was a Class D individual."
"Only Class D?" The Elf frowned. "Isn't that a bit too weak? Then again, he's a Half Elf. I guess this is to be expected of a filthy half breed."
(A/N: Filthy Mudblood much?)
Kenneth tasted something sour in his mouth when the Elf referred to William as a filthy half breed using a contemptuous tone. Even so, he took hold of his emotions and put on a calm expression.
