Heroist
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Camistella sighed softly. Despite her love for her power, she didn't particularly want anyone to see it.
“So, the results are in, Master Asmidul,” the Lunarian grimaced. “My colleague’s report has been fully confirmed. You have a quite powerful cursed aura. Your house also has one, but it’s less significant, probably transferred from you, but keep in mind that the latter statement is just a theory, put together “by eye.” Considering everything said, what can you tell me now?”
Just in case, Camistella took a slightly more combat-ready stance, fearing that the young man would now exclaim “death to the living, glory to the dead!” and start fighting for himself and the Haranian Empire. Although he clearly didn’t possess magic and didn’t have significant physical strength.
Pulling a probably glowing detector from his pocket, he nodded towards it: “This is your cursed item. Sorry I didn’t say so right away, but I had to make sure that the abilities of spellcasters could be trusted. Can you check us separately? If my theory is correct, then one of the cursed traces will again be stronger than the other.”
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