On the other hand…
Inside the grand training hall of the royal palace, the clash of swords echoed like thunder.
Lucas de Dravian stood at the center, calm and untouchable, his golden eyes cold as winter. Another knight fell before him in seconds.
"Next," he said flatly.
No one moved.
Because no one wanted to face the Crown Prince.
A royal attendant hurried forward nervously.
"Your Highness, preparations for tonight's celebration are complete. The Master of the Magical Tower will also attend."
Lucas stopped.
"The tower's master?" he repeated, his voice sharp.
A mysterious figure known across the land… yet never seen.
Lucas wiped his blade slowly.
"I heard he's powerful," he said. "But hiding in a tower instead of fighting on the battlefield… sounds like a coward."
The attendant froze.
"Y-Your Highness… it is said the Master protects the kingdom in secret."
Lucas scoffed.
"Secretly, hiding, unseen… definitely a man who prefers shadows."
In his mind, he imagined a cold, old male mage draped in dark robes — someone arrogant and distant.
"Fine," Lucas said. "I'll attend. I want to see this 'great mage' myself."
He had no idea…
The legendary Master he was expecting—
Was actually a gentle girl with a butterfly clip in her hair.