The Envied Archmage (6)

“This aura... Is it a curse?”

Count Ionel muttered quietly.

It was immediately after he saw the dark-purple mana erupt from Kaizel’s body atop the arena.

The unpleasant aura made his skin prickle, and he unconsciously furrowed his brow.

“Hmm. Rather than a curse, wouldn’t ‘contaminated’ be a more fitting description?”

Commander Gerard, seated beside him, muttered as he stroked his chin.

“That’s because this is a witch’s aura.”

“A witch? You mean those ancient specters whom the dark mages revere as demigods?”

When Count Ionel asked in return, Commander Gerard slowly nodded.

“You know your stuff. As expected of the head of a renowned magical family.”...