"You brought this matter to me out of the blue, which makes me suspect you have plans for Eliza. Tell me—what exactly do you intend to do? If it's something good, I'll consider it."
Nolan smiled slightly and nodded appreciatively.
"You're very sharp, Father. But before I ask that, let me ask you a question first."
He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said, "What do you think defines talent? Does it have to be related to intelligence, combat skills, analytical ability, or magical power?"
The unexpected question left Ragan momentarily stunned. He furrowed his brow and replied, "Talent is an ability that every individual possesses. Of course, it's not limited to what you mentioned—it's a broad concept. Sharp hearing or vision, emotional control, and other such traits also fall under talent."
After saying that, he looked at his son suspiciously and asked, "Why are you asking that?"
Nolan was silent for a moment before answering, "Do you know what Eliza's talent is?"
