Lucky had just been about to join the others, when dropped a daggers into his arms explaining a threat at Veronica's life. The boy sighed sliding the dagger in into his work boot, before moving towards the baron and his daughter. Quietly he took he hid his violin case in the bush's moving to stand in front of the baron and Veronica, the stable boy lifted his arms.

Along his skin blue lines formed as he channel mana, readying to cast spells if need be. Of course the Baron knew of the boys talent, but few others knew exactly how Lucky always managed to avoid accidents. He prepared himself for stopping bolt or arrows meant for the nobles behind him, a sort of personal barrier. He of course was no fully trained mage but rather a one trick mage, good thing it was a hell of a trick.