Mage from White division

As I approached the castle's exit, I passed by a group of guards who began to murmur amongst themselves as I overtook them.

"This is becoming quite tedious," I sighed, feeling slightly annoyed at the constant attention.

I knew the consequences that would follow if I revealed my plans to study swordsmanship but not at this level.

I continued on my way and soon found myself facing the mage unit. Realizing that I shouldn't tarry here for too long, I prepared to move on when suddenly, a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, ho ho! Good afternoon, young master Ryan."

Looking up, I found myself face to face with a mage. "Good afternoon. And you are?" I asked naturally.

As I observed the man, I noticed that he was draped in a pristine white robe, and upon his right shoulder was the unmistakable emblem of our Wishmyth family.

From the mana signature he was emitting revealed him to be a mid-third circle mage. Although it was unusual for mages to engage in conversations with the nobles they served, I supposed my position as the seventh son wasn't high enough to warrant such formality.

Besides, the man belonged to the famed 'White' division of the mage unit, widely recognized as the most powerful mage unit in our entire county.

The magician explained, "I am only a White private working under Captain Lucius of 2nd subdivision."

So that's that guy, I silently thought. My second brother's mother had a brother named Lucius. He is currently in command of White unit's second subdivision.

If I recall correctly, a few months later there will be a dungeon outbreak in our land, and Lucius would be one of the men that are in charge of neutralising the situation.

However, as the bigger monster would flow out of the dungeon, he would run and forsake his duties. Later, because he is a member of my father's wife's family, he would just be demoted and not put to death.

Learning about his identity I immediately knew what kind of purpose this mage had in his mind, he must have been here by Lucius' orders.

Soon he started talking about my situation, expecting to pour salt on the fresh wound and expressing his sympathy for my lack of success in breaking through to the second circle.

"What do you want?" I asked him straightforwardly, not bothering to beat around the bush.

The mage's expression quickly changed to one of surprise before he composed himself and responded, "I simply wanted to offer my condolences, young master. It must have been a difficult experience for you to be forced to choose a blade for your protection due to your lack of talent."

Unmoved, I asked, "Is that all you came here to say?"

The mage, taken aback by my blunt response, stuttered out a quick "Yes?"

"Then I will take my leave," I stated firmly, without turning back, and made my way out of the mage unit.

"Killing intent huh?"

As I made my way away from the mage unit, I couldn't shake off the feeling of killing intent that's come from the mage.

Having been through numerous life-and-death battles, I was highly sensitive to such lethal vibes.

Well, I wouldn't be so compassionate as to spare them if they came after me.

Soon enough, the silhouette of the knight unit emerged on the horizon, and I quickened my pace towards them.

The knight and mage units significantly differ from one another. The lifestyles of the knights can be upsetting when compared to the mage unit.

When they noticed me, some of the knights bowed in my direction; I could feel fear in their eyes, which is understandable given how they are treated by the nobels in Edren.