“Lith’s greatest virtue is that he has no ambition. He never asked me for titles or power, nor has he tried to turn his village into his own small kingdom, like many mages of humble origins do, intoxicated by their new abilities.

It implies that whenever you require his services, he’ll never try to harm the Kingdom, since your goals are unlikely to clash with his.”

Sylpha thought back at her husband words during their last quarrel. Maybe he was right wanting to arrange Lith’s reward as soon as possible.

“I still think that your evaluation is too exaggerated. He is still just a kid, even if he becomes as powerful as Marth, he is still far from a level S threat.”

Mirim shook her head, sighing.

“You are thinking too straightforward. He is not going to raise an undead army like the god of death, or unleash a plague like Hatorne. He may not be capable of such feats, but that doesn’t make him less dangerous.

What makes you underestimate Lith, is that so far he abides to the law, but that’s because it suits him. If there is one thing I understood about him, is that he wants to be left alone.