"You are… not… nobody. You are everything. Powerful… Magic…"
Mikel weakly mumbled, his eyes still closed, as if he was talking in his sleep.
"Magic?" Sylvia's calm lips trembled.
As soon as she heard that phrase, a switch flipped inside her and she frantically held the injured man.
She shook him hard, trying to wake him up.
As someone who had been weak and powerless for her entire life, this single word held tremendous importance for her.
"Can I do magic? Do I have mana affinity? How can I do magic?"
"Does this have something to do with the glowing crescent tattoo?"
"Please… Please… Tell me."
Sylvia begged the man for answers, without even realizing that tears had spilled out of her eyes, out of sheer desperation.
However… No matter how much she pleaded, it all fell on deaf ears.
Except for a few incomprehensible slurs, nothing else came out of Mikel's mouth.
The man had seemingly fallen into a deep slumber.
"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it all!"
