"Him?!" Narik frowned. He felt that there was something strange about this. His intuition was telling him that there was something strange about the young man Rina was talking about.
Narik raised his head and looked towards the villa on top of the mountain, which looked like a citadel.
Even though the entire mountain was covered in snow, there were no snowflakes around the villa. Narik even saw trees and flowers that were still growing normally.
'Strange... Why do I feel a huge source of magical power in that mansion?'
Narik frowned and thought: 'Could it be that... there are people in that place who possess magical power?'
'If so, that would be great. I have a type of magic that can absorb other people's magic, and it will save me a lot of time.'
Narik thought, his face showing an extremely scary and cold smile.
In fact, the magic he just thought of was Demon Race magic.