Fiore had already known all this time.
That commotion back then, where a group of Fangscale Lizards and a single Darkmaw were fighting, had been enough to draw her attention toward the source.
It wasn't the noise itself that mattered, but what she saw when she followed it.
…A man fighting while using magic.
At first, Fiore didn't believe it. She didn't act on it immediately, either, and instead, she chose to confirm whether what she had seen was even correct.
There were plenty of ways for ordinary humans to tap into magecraft without actually possessing it. Magic artifacts existed for that exact purpose, allowing them to imitate spells through external means.
Things like calling forth a familiar, or weapons enchanted to release a specific basic element.
That kind of thing wasn't strange.
So she observed him more closely.
And that was where it stopped making sense.
