“This kid is picking up fusion techniques so effortlessly… Even among the Arcane Templars of old, he'd be considered exceptional.”
Isolde had been quietly observing Oliver’s training. The more she watched, the more fascinated she became. She had simply never seen someone with such a natural gift.
“In the imperial capital, many dream of becoming Arcane Templars, but only a handful ever succeed. Even among those rare few, someone with his level of talent is practically unheard of.”
Finally, unable to resist any longer, Isolde reached into her cloak and pulled out a small, timeworn booklet. She placed it in front of Oliver with deliberate nonchalance.
“Oh dear, I seem to have misplaced my fusion techniques manual,” she mused aloud, swinging her legs idly before turning on her heel and strolling away.