"How do you have the Herald's Wand?" Agor asked, his face frozen in shock.
Sam met his gaze calmly. "After I was chosen by Vehamora, the wand simply appeared before me and selected me as its master," he lied as effortlessly as breathing.
He couldn't possibly admit that the system had rewarded him the Herald's Wand for defeating a group of kids in his grade.
'How could the Herald's Wand, said to have been given to the progenitor's mage son, end up in the system?' Sam silently wondered, all the while observing how everyone readily believed his fabricated story.
Thanks to his Charm ability, people would accept anything he said as long as it sounded even remotely plausible.
In a world steeped in magic like Arcane, objects materializing out of thin air wasn't too far-fetched.
Coupled with his charm, the lie flowed effortlessly, and everyone was quick to accept it.
