To say that Elysia was nervous would be an underestimation.
Lord Lucas Dirac was a name she had heard a lot through her line of work but she had never seen the man. The man was not someone who was supposed to be in life and yet, here he was.
"Elysia, take a seat and make yourself comfortable."
Lord Dirac had a nice and cool voice. Anyone would have been charmed to have heard it.
Anyone except Elysia could hear the undertone of charm magic in his voice. It didn't seem like Lord Dirac was doing this on purpose either.
And then there was his aura which was brimming with magic. Lucas Dirac had so much magic that it was impossible to suppress. It almost rivaled Elysia's own but hers was being suppressed by external means.
Head Priest Yohan had said that it was due to the special medicine she took that helped her suppress her magic. It was tailor-maid for her and Elysia always took it in routine.
