The air in Sansa's private garden was thick with the scent of blooming miracles, but the conversation by the riverbank was turning into something far more ancient and dangerous.
"He was born with Manifestation Affinity?" the little maid asked, her cow-ears twitching with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
"My Lady, while that is impressive, it is not exactly unheard of. Most of the high-ranking members of the Nihilium Clan possess it."
"If it were SSS-Grade, perhaps that would be a cause for celebration, but surely it is not the reason that 'he' is so obsessed with Cosmos?"
Sansa looked at her maid, her devilish-angelic eyes shimmering with a secret that seemed to vibrate the very air around them.
"SSS-Grade?" Sansa repeated, a soft, haunting chuckle escaping her lips.
"Child, SSS-Grade Manifestation is merely a high-tier talent. One in every hundred thousand Nihilium younglings is born with such a gift. It is a tool, a weapon."
