A rush of excitement and adrenaline coursed through Yngrid's veins as the possibility bloomed in her mind.
Her eyes narrowed into determined slits.
She wasn't sure if Adam would reach that level one day, but she would bet on him and pass on the genius traitor's most incredible technique. One that would shake their society to its core and send the royals into a frenzy despite their hate for him.
It was also the only reason they kept her alive and pressured her into this backwater shop, isolated from everyone and cut from the outside world.
After decades, she learned to live like that, but in reality? She was in a prison without walls, limited to the mountain's outskirts.
Brown mana wafter from her eyes, then wrapped her body like a blanket, causing Adam to gulp.
Then, her fierce voice echoed in the shop, shattering its dreary appearance in a sea of scalding passion and defiance.
