“Break Butler’s magic so easily...?” 

A voice mixed with astonishment echoed through the room. 

Taesan remained unchanged. His breathing, his complexion—nothing about him had altered. The attack itself had been as meaningless to him as a child’s tantrum.

“...Our eyes were the ones that were blind.”

In that single trial, all of them realized something. Taesan wasn’t powerless; they had reached a level of strength that they couldn’t even sense.

They were all highly skilled magicians recognized by Zervand. They were not foolish enough to deny what had just occurred before them.

“This is troublesome.”

After the trial ended and …