Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 52.1
Chapter 52.1
‘How…?’
Izeline’s pupils trembled.
Only she, who had read the original prophecy according to Grosh and Gerald, could be certain of Robert’s lifespan. Moreover, she didn’t know anything about Robert after the age of twenty, when he died by Arsen’s sword.
Brioche and Robert were equally surprised.
“I’m curious to know what makes you so confident.”
Brioche asked, and he slowly approached Robert. Robert’s red eyes trembled finely.
‘I can live that long?’
He had desperately struggled, fearing death, but he had never thought that he could live that long. He had only vaguely wished to live until he became an adult.
“Honestly, I was surprised when I first saw it.”
Gerald opened his mouth, stopping a short distance away and looking at him with a strange glint in his eyes.
“Very much so.”
As he said this, the mage’s hand reached out to Robert’s heart. Ignoring Robert’s startled tremor, Gerald let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“It’s absurd to think that a child could achieve this.”
Considering the time he had spent researching this, it was simply unbelievable. For the heart to be preserved to this extent… it would have had to have been afflicted with Krug at least a few months ago, and the mana would have had to be woven intricately, as thin as a thread.
But he was only three years old?
No matter how he thought about it, it was amazing. He had to admit that the arrogant boy was a natural genius when it came to using mana.
And while Gerald was marveling, Robert was also quite surprised.
‘…He knew?’
The intricate weaving of mana that protected his heart from Krug.
It was the result of a fierce struggle to extend his life, which wasn’t welcomed by anyone because he was afraid of dying.
No one had noticed…
Gerald had accurately seen through his condition just by looking at it, even his approximate lifespan, which he could not have predicted.
“You have an innate ability to manipulate mana as finely as a thread.”
Gerald’s purple eyes glowed brightly.
Was it because it was his field of study?
For a brief moment, the mage’s eyes sparkled with an almost eerie delight. At the sight, Robert felt a shiver run down his spine and instinctively took a half step back. This caused Gerald’s hand to fall awkwardly.
“Does he have magical talent?”
Brioche asked, who had been silent until now. He was trying to maintain his composure, but there was a hint of anticipation in his voice, wondering if his son, who had shown talent in swordsmanship, might also have the qualities of a mage.
However, Gerald’s answer was firm.
“No, that’s not it.”
The mage’s mana was special. Simply transforming mana into a physical form like a weapon was fundamentally different from transforming it into other things.
It was something that one had to be born with.
“But he’s a master-class knight.”
At those words, Brioche raised an eyebrow.
The fact that Robert could handle mana was something he had just learned, and the fact that his son was already a master-class knight was already surprising. At the same time, he felt annoyed that Oren hadn’t reported anything.
Of course.
He had noticed it ever since Oren dared not reply to the Duke’s letter.
And Robert caught a glimpse of his father’s expression. He pursed his lips, fearing that he would be seen as a monster, different from others…
“….”
As their eyes met naturally, Robert closed his mouth. He had expected some kind of comment, but contrary to his expectations, Brioche simply stared at him with an unreadable expression.
Just then, there was a sound of footsteps rushing from outside the door, and soon Michael burst into the drawing-room, gasping for breath.
“Your Excellency!”
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