"Rest assured, I have measure, and the flower will naturally wither after a month. At that time, he will return to his original state... but perhaps the process will be somewhat agonizing."
"How dare you do such a thing as a member of the same School!" Robb fiercely questioned.
Atbolde chuckled:
"As a First Rank Wizard, how dare you offend me time and again?"
"He doesn't understand the hierarchy within the School... Or is this, perhaps, your doing?"
Robb's face froze.
Although it wasn't his doing that Herard acted, he had indeed intentionally let it happen...
He could have rebuked Herard loudly right from the start, instead of merely making a half-hearted comment...
Atbolde withdrew his gaze, subdued his expression, and slowly walked away from the castle, leaving behind Robb and his group with unsightly faces.
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In the afternoon.
At Colin's residence.
A public horse-drawn carriage rushed and slowly stopped in front of his door.
