Aldan felt disheartened after being looked down on by the woman he loved the most and so passionately. He didn't know anything about a blood art, but even if his family had one, how could he have known? He had left his family home to pursue Lady Naamah ever since he was a youngling.
She continued her studies at the capital, so after seeing her once in his city in the outskirts of the province, he had himself brought to the academy where she was. She had wholly ignored him throughout the academy, but he had found a way to enter her retinue in the end. But she had still rebuked him on account of his lack of blood arts!
Aldan had become as depressed as he had ever been.
"In that case, does Lady Naamah also have a-"
"Of course, my family's blood art is far superior to his defected art."