Chapter 67

Ryan couldn’t shake the image of the young servant he had seen at the Etwar Marquisate.

Silver hair, piercing blue eyes, skin so pale it seemed otherworldly, and an aura that felt distinctly out of place.

It was the same feeling he had when he first saw Darcy.

‘So now they’re harboring magicians in their home,’ Ryan scoffed.

It wasn’t just the boy’s murderous intent that made Ryan want to kill him. It was because the boy was a magician.

Ever since meeting Darcy, Ryan’s hatred for magicians had only intensified.

His disdain for magicians had always been …