"Your mother's magic was always mysterious."Lazarus let out a heavy sigh. "Even though we trusted each other and shared countless secrets, she never spoke to me about her magic."
Iriana had rarely shown her abilities in front of others. Most of the time, she only used it to make flowers bloom in the greenhouse garden, but there was a time where she healed a bird with a broken wing.
Her magic remained a mystery, yet every time a mage visited the Duke of Illvaris's estate, they would always remark that she carried an extraordinary amount of magical energy. She would usually brush it off with nothing more than, 'Not really.'
"Besides that, she was also incredibly strong," Lazarus continued, his eyes softening with memory. "Strong enough to lift a sword I couldn't even budge. She was … magnificent."
[Back then, people mocked me for being weaker than my wife. But what did they know? My wife could dominate me and I—]
