"I knew you were after the source of my powe," she muttered, narrowing her eyes.
She smirked few moments afterwards, as if amused by my desperation.
"Foolish human. That safe is protected by triple-layered sealing magic. Touch it, and it will stop your heart instantly. Only someone from the Valstein bloodline can open it—with blood."
She was enjoying herself now, floating forward with smug certainty.
Her look practically screamed, What could a nobody like you possibly do?
But her smile froze the moment she saw the safe open with a soft click.
"Wait… What—?!"
I shrugged casually. "Wow. Fancy biometric lock. I love a good challenge."
Her face twisted in disbelief. "How did you…?!"
"That's a trade secret."
I slipped the golden rod—nothing more than a plain-looking stick to the untrained eye—back into my pocket.
[Security magic detected. Disengaging now.]
The whisper of ancient runes faded as the sealing circle vanished into harmless mist.
