The child was dressed in rags. Judging by his appearance, he looked like a child from a poor family who had been kidnapped, but Ennid was not fooled by appearances.

‘That child... is a noble.’

The child reflected in the mirror was dressed in luxurious clothes befitting royalty. Seeing this, Ennid was not fooled by the rags the child was wearing.

‘You can tell by his attitude.’

The child exuded an air of superiority that only those who rule over others can possess. Even in a situation where he was being captured and sold, his gaze remained arrogant.

??‘He looks like a child from a wealthy family. If a noble's child were to be sold into slavery... it would be obvious.’

This child must be a victim of the power struggle between nobles. Ennid made that assumption and concluded that he should not get deeply involved.

There was nothing more exhausting than getting caught up in the underhanded schemes of the nobility. Ennid, who had seen countless nobles at the academy, knew this well.

“What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and open the door.”

When Ennid didn't move, the child spoke up. Ennid rolled his eyes at the child's uncharacteristically firm command, but didn't show it.

“I'll go find the key. Wait here.”

Ennid said that and searched through the slave traders' belongings. He acted as if he didn’t have any prior knowledge of the child.

[I made a potion that lets me see the future, and it showed you. Isn't that amazing?]

Saying something like that would only make him look crazy. The outcome was obvious, so he chose to remain silent. Ennid found the key, opened the carriage door, and went inside. While he was helping the middle-aged man under the influence of the paralyzing drug, the child walked out of the carriage on his own.

‘Why didn't they use the paralyzing drug on that kid?’

Maybe it was because he was young? No, these are people who buy and sell humans. They wouldn't give him special treatment just because he was young. Ennid thought so, and soon came up with a close answer.

‘He must be immune to most poisons.’

High-ranking nobles were often immune to poison. They would receive blessings from priests as a precaution against poisoning. That must be why the paralyzing drug had no effect on the child. Ennid made that assumption, and he was half right.

The child was born with immunity to all poisons. It was simply a matter of bloodline.

“Hey kid, are you okay?”