This was to relatively simply convey the strength of opponents he had observed.
First, knights were all alike at acorn-asuring level from nobles' perspective so they were excluded.
Lowest-tier were those who hadn't fully awakened their magic power yet due to young age or had particularly lacking talent among ordinary nobles, barely awakening bloodline abilities at rock bottom level.
Low-tier was the average of ordinary nobles, or rock bottom level among great house nobles.
Mid-tier was ordinary nobles with relatively superior talent or average level for great house nobles.
High-tier was head level for ordinary houses or elite level even in great houses.
Top-tier was the realm of powerful individuals rare even in great houses, those who would be considered successor candidates if young.
'And finally there's one more.'
Turan saw a mass of light in human form inside the largest building in the main house.
A crystallization of power so mighty that even the top-tier noble in the building next door, presumably isa, seed diminutive in comparison.
That must be Badal Arabion, isa's father and the strongest of the Storm bloodline, head of Arabion.
'It wouldn't be surprising if that one's true identity was a Prea god-folk.'
The magic power of a great house head that he directly observed for the first ti was that incomparably powerful.
Could isa accumulate such power even living hundreds of years?
And what about Zahar's head who supposedly fought equally with this monster?
While inwardly questioning, Turan slowly confird the overall structure of Arabion's main house.
First, the largest mansion in the exact center seed to be the head's residence, and right next to it was isa's slightly smaller residence.
Though he couldn't be certain since so buildings had no human presence, perhaps due to being out on business, it seed higher status individuals received residences closer to the center.
Relatively smaller houses seed to be residences for knights or their families, or servants, based on only knights and commoners being sensed.
Beka whose identity he had stolen was also a knight's son, so most servants here were likely knights' families.
Passing by where young knights were training enthusiastically with shouts, he saw what was presud to be isa's mansion.
The second largest building inside these main house walls, located right next to the main mansion where the head stayed.
The presence felt inside that huge mansion was only five commoners and one isa.
It was a strangely small number compared to other mansions with several knights and nobles and dozens of servants.
He carefully investigated wondering if there might be security magic devices like what Rida had used in the past, but no magic devices were sensed inside besides what isa herself possessed.
'A trap?'
Though such thoughts occurred at the excessively lax security for where Arabion's successor stayed, there was no reason for them to set traps no matter how he thought about it.
After all, he hadn't left any signs or clues while infiltrating until now.
Surely they wouldn't be preparing every day for Zahar nobles who might co at any ti?
After contemplating for a while, Turan used stealth magic in the shadow of the mansion wall then climbed over it.
Fortunately, dozens of nobles didn't co running with alarms suddenly blaring.
'Success.'
Turan who let out a relieved sigh checked the mansion's interior with his eyes.
The first thing visible was a garden with trees growing wildly intertwined.
Ivy grew thickly on walls and windows, and many of the dozens of windows were broken or dirty.
If he hadn't known people were inside, the exterior looked like it could be an abandoned mansion.
The room he entered through a broken window was empty without a single piece of furniture, and coming out to the hallway, all surrounding rooms were in similar state.
This was visible because all the room doors were wide open.
Not a single tapestry or painting commonly used as decoration hung in the corridors and walls.
Even the maids gathered on the mansion's first floor were all elderly won in their fifties to sixties who should have retired long ago.
The maids worked on their individual tasks without chatting a single word in a lifeless manner, making it difficult to gain any information.
Turan watched them for a while as they half-heartedly did things like embroidery or reading, then went up to the second floor where isa was.
Passing several empty rooms left wide open like the first floor, he saw one uniquely closed room.
Carefully opening the unlocked door with a creak, he indeed saw old, dusty and shabby furniture.
In one corner of that dust-covered room, isa was sleeping curled up with her emaciated body under a blanket.
If not for the elaborate magic devices wrapped around her entire body, she looked more like a poor laborer's daughter than a great house's successor.
One on the verge of death from months of starvation at that.
'This seems strange no matter how I think about it... in such a shabby place, in such a defenseless state?'
At this level, it would be understandable if isa developed paranoia about assassins always lurking nearby.
It felt like even the Berk mansion was better defended against assassination.
For what reason were they neglecting their successor like this?
If Turan were a Zahar assassin, this would be a perfect opportunity.
Of course, it would be difficult to finish her in one strike due to all the magic devices protecting her body.
Turan considered talking to isa right away but decided against it in case there were secret watching eyes around.
Though nothing was felt with the holy relic's senses, there might be techniques in the world that could deceive even that.
For now, it seed good to use this mansion that had few people despite its size as a base to observe the surrounding situation more.
'Fortunately, they don't seem to have greatly considered Zahar nobles infiltrating inside.'
If they had densely embedded magic lamps inside the walls too it would have been difficult to act at night, but they apparently didn't want to go that far.
They probably disliked the glare too, and it would be hard to sleep if nights were as bright as day.
Of course, approaching the main building where the head stayed would be difficult like now.
What Turan was thinking was investigating the mansions of influential people within Arabion, like Kadram whom he had t before.
He could eavesdrop on their conversations or secretly look at internal docunts.
Just as he was thinking about preparing a place to stay in a corner of this mansion, he sensed one presence approaching from far away.
A wizard with high-tier noble level magic power.
Judging by the body silhouette it seed to be a woman, and Turan's face hardened when he confird her bloodline as she ca sowhat closer.
'This is...'
The wizard who entered the mansion naturally exchanged greetings with other maids, then went up to isa's room on the second floor carrying sothing.
Knock knock, her manner of knocking seed quite familiar as if she frequently visited.
"Young miss, I brought the books you asked for."
After a few seconds, she opened the door and entered, gazed at the soundly sleeping isa for a while, then placed several books on the desk beside her and went out.
Turan briefly checked the books she had left, then imdiately carefully followed the unidentified high-tier noble.
'Who is this woman?'
On the surface she appeared to be just a maid in her early thirties.
But inside her who actually possessed high-tier noble level magic power, the darkness and eye symbols unique to Zahar could be sensed.
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