Seberus coughed uncontrollably, but his eyes were glued to the fingernail-sized Unity Mithril on the table. Just from looking at it alone, he knew that it contained mysteries of the mystic that even he was unfamiliar with.
It felt like he was looking at a powerful and ancient relic, something that was lost within the sands of time and only now did it finally show its face.
He was so fascinated by the object that he wasn't even mad about Michael's prank.
"Cough… What is that? I feel… I feel the intensity of the elemental mana imbued in that material itself!"
Michael wiped the tears off his eyes and stopped laughing. After teasing the Tower Master like this, he deserved to know the truth.
He picked up the Unity Mithril and threw it to Seberus, making the white-bearded old man panic and juggle the Mithril in the air a couple of times before catching it with his robe.
