"Mother, your son is way more talented, okay? Forget about being an Archmage—I've already reached the highest level in this world."
Nolan was about to say it, but quickly held back. He knew now wasn't the right time.
Aside from potentially inviting disaster, he was also certain his mother wouldn't believe him.
"By the way, what are you going there for?" Isabella asked.
Nolan explained his purpose.
Isabella listened carefully, then nodded in understanding.
"I see. Sharon really is amazing," she praised. "I'm sure she'll win that contest, just like Evalyn won her battle against Nathan Asbourne."
"Oh? You've already heard the results?" Nolan was surprised.
"Of course." Isabella nodded casually. "Do you think I'm just some woman cooped up at home?"
"Well…" Nolan chuckled softly. "It's not like that. Don't get me wrong. You're the heir apparent to the Izanagi Eastern Empire, my dear mother. How could I possibly think that?"
