4 - The Vis-Flamma

«Oh, the Vis-Flamma…» Clotilde mutters, tearing into a piece of meat straight from the bone. «I never imagined that boy would reach such a level of strength in just over ten years. His talent is truly remarkable; I really think I'll propose he join the Scarlet Army soon,» she adds, wearing a rare, almost unusual smile. Seeing her genuinely pleased with something is a rarity—I think this is the first time.