Chapitre 45: The archer's eyes

After this conversation, Cael felt more lost than ever. There was so much to think about: his goals and ambition, his family, the glances soldiers kept throwing at him, Ginevra…

None of these thoughts seemed to go anywhere. They were just terribly distracting.

Cael got himself dinner—the time flew quickly and without his notice—in the field kitchen and retired to a secluded corner of the camp. A tree stump was a good enough seat. He didn't want to talk to any more people, and people didn't want to talk to him.

All for the better. Instead, he addressed the System.

'Blood Mage System, evaluate my current power level.'