Carl sat on the couch of his chamber, deeply staring at his right hand. Of all the things that happened after he took over his new body, this was something which he least expected to happen to him.
"Healing ability..." He softly mumbled to himself. He somehow wondered if this had anything to do with the original Carl's body- like him having red eyes and whatnot. But from the oldest memories he inherited from Carl, he knew that could not be the case. He wondered, what was the cause of this strange ability?
"Wait a minute.."
Carl suddenly remembered something which his father told him when he woke up after he fell unconscious for the second time.
< Saying how you're finally able to absorb the lingering mana on your body and how she could finally make herself useful, I can't believe I paid her that much when all she could do was depend on your body>
Carl now remember that the healer was unable to heal him for the first time he fell unconscious. But during the second time, she healed him saying that his body was finally able to absorb the lingering pure mana over his body.
Carl let out a light chuckle as he put a palm on his face.
"Of all things, how could I forget about that incident?"
Of course, at this point, him being able to absorb pure mana could only mean one thing.
'This body can absorb pure mana without having to enter the domain level.'
As a person who could not even handle an ordinary mana, being able to absorb pure mana was something which was completely out of the book. It was irrelevant since even magicians of the 1st Order would not be able to accomplish such a feat.
'But he's not even fit to be considered as a magician,' Carl wondered.
Rodia kingdom, who placed such high value on magicians had a very strict rule of hierarchy they followed. The hierarchy was divided like this.
From the lowest to the highest level- Rank, Class, Order and Domain. From Rank to Order was sub-divided into 1st, 2nd and 3rd with the 3rd Rank being the lowest of all levels.
The Domain level, however, was different. It was sub-divided as 1st Domain, Mid-Domain, High-Domain and the Highest-Domain. Noted that the owner of the ancient relics, the four great magicians, were of the Highest-Domain.
Carl knew exactly how hard it was for a magician to handle pure mana if they were not of the Domain level. Yet he somehow was able to absorb it.
'Is it because I took over this body?.. No, that can't be it.'
Carl thought for a second that him, a veteran dragon slayer, taking over the body was the cause of it all. But he dismissed it because he knew slayers did not depend on mana to fight dragons. It was because dragons were known to be creatures that were born of mana, sometimes even called as the 'Gods of pure mana'.
It was common knowledge that in order for a slayer to kill a dragon, one must use something other than mana to fight a dragon because dragons were literally the same as a walking pure mana.
'Wait... Could it be?'
Carl noticed something at that moment. It was when he asked his disciple in his previous life as Dean Slain to end his life.
"Lyndielth. Can it be because of her?"
Carl realized that the reason he was reincarnated was because of a dragon, a being who uses pure mana. It could only make sense if that was the reason his body was able to handle pure mana without having to enter the Domain level. Carl let out a small laugh.
Knock. Knock.
Carl faced toward the door of his chamber. A little moment had passed since the family breakfast ended, and that meant it was already the time for a certain person to be beyond his bedroom door returning with bits of information which Carl ordered him to find.
"Come in."
Carl shifted to the couch in the middle of his chamber as the guest entered the room.
"The thing you asked for, young master."
Glenn, with an attire like that of a commoner along with a hood covering his face, he handed Carl an envelop which probably contained some information he acquired during the time he was absent from the castle.
Carl quickly skimmed through the paper as a shallow smile began to form on his lips. He faced toward Glenn, who was also looking back at him with a gentle smile underneath his hooded figure.
"I take it that this comes from a reliable source, Glenn."
"Of course, young master. I made sure every word written there is reliable enough for you to trust."
"Hmm... I see."
Carl took a peek at Glenn whose face he could not properly see. It was an act which showed Carl's curiosity for Glenn who managed to collect every single detail there is to know on a particular person during the last twenty-four hours.
'Barely twenty-four hours and this.' Carl repeated on his head.
On the paper which Glenn showed to Carl was written the information about a person who Carl suspect was a traitor to the Silversword household. But such a person probably was as secretive as they could be given the requirements of their job.
'But this guy managed to uncover all of them in a mere twenty-four hours?'
Carl was still perplexed by the enormous competency of his butler. However, instead of feeling delighted due to this realization, a completely different thought entered Carl's head at that moment.
'He's not a normal butler.'
Either Glenn received a special training when he was younger or he was simply hiding his true potential from Carl- both of them were possibilities. However, Carl did not react in any sort of suspicious manner. Instead he simply informed Glenn of what he was going to do next.
"Ready a carriage for me. I'll be heading out to the market."
Glenn remained silent for a while as he contemplated what his young master meant by 'market' before he finally answered. "As you wish."
Glenn bowed his head and promptly headed out of the room. As expected of a fully trained butler, he carefully closed the door without making a single clicking sound. As he watched the scene, Carl secretly thought there was no one else other than Glenn for whom he could feel a sense of trust in the Silversword castle.
Mark Glenn. He was the only son of the previous head butler of the Silversword household. After he lost his family due to an epidemic which spread all over the territory, the marquis decided to take him in and trained him to be a fully-fledged butler. From a young age, he and Carl had always gotten along well and was the only one among the workers of the castle who did not looked down on Carl for his incompetency.
Carl thought that alone was enough for him to place his trust on Glenn.