"It comes from somewhere within a speck of mana, doesn't it?"
I froze.
My eyes slowly moved to the side, catching a glimpse of Selia's equally stunned expression.
To figure out that much just from inspecting a single seed…?
I gulped my saliva down.
'It seems like she's the real deal.'
It was one thing for her to use some weird magic to learn of the best possible ways to cultivate this seed. Whether through tools or her own personal magic, it didn't matter.
Just like no one would blame a smith for working at a smithy or a lumberjack for owning an axe, Vivil owning this weird, half-egg-like artifact wasn't something that took away from her expertise but proved, instead, that she knew what tools she needed to do her job and went out of her way to get her hands on them.
And now, through the mix of her tools, her spells, and her expertise, she became the third person in the city to know of my background.
