The sudden change and the frenzied aura that had affected Lumian instinctively made him withdraw his consciousness from the scar on his right palm.
The anomaly ceased, and everything returned to normal.
Lumian surveyed his surroundings, concerned that the aura might attract unwanted attention.
At that moment, the room fell unusually silent, and the surroundings dimmed slightly, as if a layer of dark-colored soundproof glass had been added.
Lumian relaxed and turned his gaze back to Madam Magician.
"What happened?"
"The trace carries the aura of Alista Tudor, but it has no practical effect. It can't intimidate others or make them submit." Madam Magician held a cup filled with Kirsch and smiled. "With the Niese Face, you can act as The Blood Emperor at Théâtre de l'Ancienne Cage à Pigeons."
It could only be used for acting or to frighten people under specific situations? Lumian nodded thoughtfully.
