"His magic? What's up with it?"
"Simply put... it's way too powerful."
"Ya think?"
Although he said this sarcastically, a ponderous expression crept across Victor's face like a cloud swallowing sunlight. The other man continued, his voice lower, almost cautious.
"I don't know the specifics, but that's way more mana than any human is supposed to have."
Victor countered, his tone sharp but not dismissive.
"But isn't that what Selaphiel's been trying to do all this while? Produce high-magic descendants? The average Von Heim is already stronger than they were decades ago. Maybe this Lugh kid's just the final product."
"...You're not wrong,"
The man admitted, the edge in his voice softened with apprehension as he turned the idea over in his head. Then something dawned on him, and he frowned.
"But Lugh's not Selaphiel's direct son. He's a bastard. And his father has no talent for magic..."
He paused, realization hitting him mid-sentence.
