Even though the magicless bandits were fooled and didn't notice a difference, there was no opportunity to check whether that would be the case for a mage.
Although the ability to sense mana of different attributes was rare, the crimson-haired man had already shown not just one but two spells that had suggested him not being just an average mage content with the basic spells.
"...!"
Suddenly, all the bandits tensed up as someone showed up in the foresty spot they picked for an ambush – and Zoemi froze in pace too, halfway through a pushup as the drop of sweat dripped from his chin after he already lost count of the exact number of reps he already performed.
"...tsk..."
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