章節 448: Take It

Tycondrius raised his hand and slowly closed his fingers, borrowing some of the mana Zenon had presented. 

A small blur of wind visibly rotated around his clenched fist... "The way I see it, Centurion... within these winds... is a spark. Within it... is something you are subconsciously aware of."

Tycon smirked... "Something that exists... but is forbidden to speak of... against your nature to seek out..."

He shook his head, chuckling... "--especially for you."

A deep grimace set into Zenon's mustachioed face... "Why especially me?"

"Because you incorrectly believe that wind magic... is all you are capable of."

Playfully, Tycon tapped his finger on Sorina Capulet's shoulder, causing the young lady to jerk. 

"Ow! That came as... quite a *shock*, Boss!" The Calculator grinned toothily, rubbing the surface of her shoulder armor. 

Zenon averted his gaze, "I... I don't know how to be more than I think I am."