Chapter 68

Despite having seen several showcases of fire, wind, earth, and water magic at the summer festival, and occasionally from a street performer on my trips to market, I didn't feel like I'd gotten the amount of magic that Nehcor bragged about so heartily. He'd made it sound like I'd be walking down Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter world. But all I'd seen was a less fancy, no dance version of Avatar: the Last Airbender.

If you don't know what those are, I have nothing to say about your upbringing or your nonexistent use of Google.

Thus, when Roman mentioned his own magic in passing during one of our many tea times, I latched onto it.

"Oh! What kind of magic is it? Don't nobles have huge magical capacities?"

He gave me a very odd look.

"Just how little do you know about this country?" he asked.

I thought he had gotten use to how obtuse I was to common knowledge by now, but apparently not.

Rather than look suspicious, however, he chuckled.