However, in an extremely rare case, some people had mana which was violent enough for its rampant mana to be visible. It was the case for those with excessive mana, who inherited an enormous amount of legacy. These people had too much mana that every time their mana went rampant, it would affect their body that it was nonnegligible. Their mana even invoked magic involuntarily when they spoke.

Such a problem would disappear if they named their mana and became a wizard. Hence, those with excessive mana generally became wizards, being called that they were talented in magic. However, what if that excessive mana was unnamable? Since becoming a stable wizard was impossible, they would become a disaster who would randomly shoot magic that was unpredictable even to themselves. That was ‘nameless wizard’ who had mana without name and was a patient of the unnamable excessive mana disorder. Azriel saw this in the latest magic-related book. The books in Rhema’s studies did not even mention the excessive mana disorder.

‘It might not have existed in ancient times,’ Azriel thought.

When she seemed to know about it, Charles said, sighing deeply. “Lady Rudimna… in other words, the child who is my cousin, is that nameless wizard, an extreme case of that.”

“…!”

“She was born that way. Thus, my aunt is doing anything she can do to cure her,” he added.

Azriel said in a regrettable voice. “Goodness, then she must’ve become a magic civilization expert while looking for a cure…”

“Indeed, you must know that that excessive mana disorder didn’t exist in ancient times,” Charles’ eyes widened and then narrowed. He asked, calming himself with effort. “By, by any chance, do you know how to cure excessive mana disorder?”

“I’m sorry. I only know very basic information about that illness,” Azriel said perplexedly. She hesitated for a moment and added. “The reason that I know that it didn’t exist in ancient times is… that I haven’t heard about nameless wizards from Rhe… my master.”

“…I see. I’m sorry for asking an unnecessary question. Don’t mind it. I just asked just to be sure,” he said regrettably.

Azriel noticed that Charles had just swallowed what he was going to say. She could guess what it was. Her master was Rhema Reshith, the Wizard of the Horizon, the one close to omnipotent. Charles wanted to ask if she could ask him about the excessive mana disorder, but he did not.

“It is I, who told you when you said you didn’t have to know. You really don’t need to mind it. It’s also a closely guarded secret, so just forget all about it,” Charles studied her face and continued in a calm manner. “And don’t let the Duchess know that you are aware of it. I just introduced you as an extraordinary wizard who treated me in the past.”

“Didn’t you mention about my master?” she asked.

“Of course not. I didn’t tell Pendelok who your master is, either. He just knows that you are a genius who mastered communication, repair, and heal magic at the age of ten.”

“Why?”

“It’s because it’ll bother you.”

“But wouldn’t it be useful in many ways if you inform others that my master is the Wizard of the Horizon, Charles?” Azriel knew well about the extent of the Wizard of the Horizon’s status. She asked bluntly in spite of herself. It was her habit she developed as a result of staying with Rhema for a long time. Charles looked at her with a mysterious look on his face. Azriel did a double take and was about to explain it. “Wait, umm, I wasn’t trying to suspect you or question you…”

“I know that,” he smiled. “You must’ve asked out of innocent curiosity, thinking that I can use you to some degree and take some advantage, and that’ll be fine since we became friends.”

“How do you know that?”

“If you’ve been a king for nine years, you can see through such things very well,” Charles shrugged before directly gazing at her. “I didn’t ask you to be my friend because you’d be of help, Azriel.”

“Well, I wasn’t trying to misunderstand you as such a person. I’m sorry,” she apologized.

“No, I wasn’t blaming you for that… I’m saying, I’d like to start as friends with you,” he said hesitantly.

“…Pardon?” Azriel asked.

“I didn’t intend to rush it like this, but I can’t help it. It’s my first time doing this, and I’m not very competent,” he scratched his cheek awkwardly. His cheek was slightly blushed.

“Charles?”

“I am interested in you,” he confessed.

Azriel was stupefied to hear it. Charles said, smiling with a bit of a flushed face. “It means I am in the middle of falling for you.”

“Y, y, you’re in the middle of falling for me, instead of falling for me? What do you mean by that?” embarrassed, she asked.

“I don’t know, what do you think?” he spoke in a mischievous tone and searched his pocket. He took out well-sealed envelopes of letters of introduction and pushed them to her. “These are letters of introduction. Their locations are written on the envelopes.”

“Oh, th, thank you.”

“I hope you don’t get too pressured by it. I’m not saying that you should decide now. It hasn’t been very long since we met, has it?”

“I… assume so?”

“I’d like you to think of it lightly as making a new friend and see if I am a person who deserves to earn your liking,” he got up from his seat and came towards Azriel. Then, he gracefully bent his waist to Azriel who was stiffened. “Because it’s not too late to respond after learning a little more about each other.”

His bright blonde hair flowed down softly. Raising her hand according to the noble’s etiquette, he kissed the back of her hand lightly and lifted his head. His blue eyes bent, making arches. It was a prince-like smile. “For that reason, I’d like to meet you more often. Can you allow me a chance?” he asked.