Kyle led Bruce and Melissa down the polished halls of the Margrave's mansion, his expression calm but his senses sharpened.
His steps were steady, yet his eyes flicked toward the two walking behind him. Something felt off.
Their mana signatures… they were slightly muddled.
She stopped mid-step and turned, causing the pair to halt abruptly.
"Did either of you come across someone who tried to use mana on you?"
Kyle asked, her tone light but edged with authority.
Melissa blinked.
"No, Young Master. Not that we noticed."
Bruce frowned.
"We were careful. Nothing felt out of place."
Kyle said nothing. Her hand reached out, a soft glow of mana coating her fingers as she pressed them lightly to Bruce's arm, then Melissa's.
Their eyes widened as they felt the subtle rush of heat and pressure—then nothing.
The foreign mana dispersed like smoke in the wind.
"You didn't feel that?"
Kyle murmured, half to herself.
Melissa looked stunned.
"That… was inside us?"
