"Next, I will teach you how to engrave the Magic Model in your Spirit Sea," Lillian's words interrupted his thoughts.
"Okay," Colin nodded in agreement.
But Lillian seemed to sense what he was thinking and added,
"The mentor... does not refuse to teach you personally, but there is another reason."
Her expression was as calm and serious as before, but for some reason, Colin saw a hint of fatigue in it.
He suddenly remembered the day he had asked Atbolde about Talent, before 12 o'clock, and had been hurriedly asked to leave... Since then, he hadn't asked Atbolde any more questions.
Right, there was also the farewell dinner held for him, which also ended much earlier...
In that instant, all the past hints surged forth.
Colin's heart sank slightly.
"Don't worry too much, the Faculty still has me."
At that moment, Lillian spoke again, her tone calm but firm as the roots of a gnarled ancient tree.
"Relax, first feel your Spirit Sea."
