"You don't look like a noble mage to me."
He squinted, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. No one besides Moira and Elisabeth noticed his condition. So, how did this Yngrid pierce him through in a second?
The question lingered as the surrounding air stalled.
A sigh resounded before Yngrid's brows and lips quivered.
"Hahaha. Look at you turning all serious. Of course, I know. I'm the best forger, after all!"
She chuckled and jumped above the counter. With measured steps, she walked to him and stretched her finger to touch his torso.
"Here, I can see the engravings hidden inside the wood. It's not poorly executed, but it seems like the crafter relied on instinct more than proper theories and applications."
She crossed her arms and nodded, her analysis astonishing him. Everything was correct.
