The Second Prince’s Epiphany

On the balcony of a mansion, Emperor Ragnar was looking at the night sky with an unreadable expression.

"Dimitri, what do you think of that guy, Aethelwolf?" He muttered under his breath. 

Swoosh! 

A shadow suddenly emerged behind him. 

"I wasn't able to detect his strength. He is a mysterious person and his strength shouldn't be shallow. Is it really fine for Your Majesty to give him the headmaster position of the academy?" Dimitri stared at the emperor's figure, still confused as to why he had given an important position to someone that he had just met. 

Emperor Ragnar chuckled as he continued staring at the sky. "Care for some wine?" He muttered as he rubbed the space ring in his thumb.

A space ring was valuable in their world and one could only be made with the combined effort of a Blacksmith and an Engraver.