‘Flame Shadow.’
It was House Findleston’s secret art. A mysterious technique that made objects emerge from within flames, it was a power that unquestionably vied for supremacy even among the hereditary arts of illustrious houses—embodiments of every manner of miracle.
There were very few spells capable of traversing space, after all.
Even its backlash was tolerable, so the potential applications of ‘Flame Shadow’ surpassed imagination. With a technique this outstanding, it was only natural that Marquis Findleston would guard it so jealously.
Even so, one question remained.
The more exceptional ‘Flame Shadow’ was as a secret art, the more my doubts became a quandary with no apparent way out.
Why had the ‘me’ from the future never learned ‘Flame Shadow’?
He was a man who had mastered countless secret arts from across the continent. Neither nationality nor family had mattered to him. Had he not learned not only the techniques of the ‘Masters,’ but even the ultimate arts of the Holy Kingdom and the Southern Allied Kingdoms?
The Empire’s Five Great Noble Houses went without saying.
In addition to Yurdina’s ‘Golden Lion Sword,’ had he not also…