Landing in a clearing of a snow-covered forest, Turan observed Meisa descending opposite him.
The first thing that caught his eye was that her body, which he had thought couldn't get any thinner, had become even smaller and more diminutive.
And another thing...
'This is incredible, truly.'
Thanks to the Mimicker holy relic's ability to detect magical flow, Turan could tell that almost everything she wore was a magical device.
Earrings, necklace, clothes, bracelets, rings, shoes, and even several trinkets that seemed to be in her pockets.
While Ferga, befitting a Zahar heir candidate, had two or three magical devices, this was on a completely different level.
It must be the difference between someone who could become an heir and a confirmed heir.
Keeping about ten paces between them, Meisa looked at Turan with what seemed like interest and spoke.
