Bab 114: No Mercy!

The realization hit Clementine like a jolt of lightning. How was it possible? Even the individuals she had consulted about Desmond's condition had stated that only a second-level wizard could heal his arm, which meant...

Desmond, too, noticed Clementine's peculiar demeanor and the fixation of her gaze on his hand. "My hand was healed by the Guild Master," he clarified, purposefully emphasizing the word 'Master.' Desmond knew that this Guild Master was not only a friend but also a rival to Weston.

Clementine's expression underwent a swift transformation, as if the pieces of a puzzle had suddenly fallen into place. Yet, as the memory of Desmond's menacing aura directed towards her resurfaced, her countenance twisted slightly, revealing a hint of unease. It was as if Desmond's eyes had transformed into those of a snake, slanted and filled with a veiled threat.