White Castle.
Humming a tune, Avery walked into the room.
A maid was tidying up the desserts on the coffee table. As Avery passed by, she casually picked up a fork, stabbed a piece, and popped it into her mouth.
"Miss, that’s..."
Avery replied, "What does it matter? It’s not spoiled yet, right?"
With that, she walked happily deeper into the room.
In the bedroom, Lisa was arranging the bedding. Her gaze paused briefly on Avery as she walked in, then she smiled and said, "Looks like there’s some good news. So, things are progressing smoothly?"
Avery twirled a strand of hair around her finger: "In the Shadow Land—oh no, in the entire Ancient Ruins—you can’t find a girl more outstanding than me, can you?"
She picked up a mirror to take a look at herself, then turned back and said, "Can you? Really?"
"Haha!"
Lisa chuckled, "That calls for a celebration."
Avery put down the mirror and said somewhat sadly, "It’s a pity the time is so fleeting. There’s not enough room to savor the beauty of it all. Just when things have started, we’re already set to part. Ten years! If only I didn’t have to go to the Magic Mirror..."
Lisa’s smile faded. "Avery, you mustn’t entertain such thoughts."
Pausing for a moment, she said solemnly, "Love is only a part of life, but not the whole of it. You must remember who you are and what you’re truly meant to do."
"Whether the future leans toward order or chaos, you are the key."
Avery nodded, "Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing."
She walked to the window and gazed out at the serene and tranquil world, "Moreover, it’s only by preserving this order that I can have the time to enjoy the beauty it brings. No matter what, I won’t allow anyone to destroy it."
...
Shadow Land, Lynch Mansion.
Walking into the room, Lynch let out a long sigh.
This day, what even is going on?
Everything seemed fine when I left, but by the time I came back—after just a meal—how did I end up with an extra person alongside me?
"Truly peculiar."
Shaking his head, Lynch set these chaotic thoughts aside. What’s done is done; there’s no point in dwelling on it. Best to go with the flow.
Promptly, he returned to the Cultivation Room to begin his training for the day.
Three days later, Lanice officially set out for the Magic Potion Manor. On the day of her departure, all the familiar apprentices came to see her off, including Lynch.
They made plans to meet up someday at the Fairy Tavern for drinks.
But as to when that day might be, nobody had a concrete answer—not even as they helped Lanice board the carriage.
Life resumed its usual rhythm, passed day by day in training, studying magic, meditation, and Knight Training. Lynch’s progress soared.
Three months flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Over these three months, Lynch had added more than twenty spells to his repertoire, reaching a five percent milestone in the pursuit of mastering all middle and low-level magic from the Tower.
Early one morning, Lynch had a visitor at his mansion—it was Adam.
Since the last competitive tournament, Adam had been out on assignments for the Law Enforcement Team. Such busy schedules were typical.
Upon arriving at Lynch’s Mansion, Adam didn’t waste time before issuing a challenge to Lynch. Although he had lost to Lynch in the last tournament, that didn’t mean he planned to give up. Over the past six months away, he had been relentless in his self-training.
Isn’t it just perfect? Lynch hadn’t slacked off even a single day either.
The outcome, naturally, was self-evident.
"Next time, I’ll definitely beat you!" Adam could only console himself with such bold declarations.
"I’ll be waiting."
Besides the duel, Adam also shared a few stories from his missions. Apparently, they had been hunting down Black Wizards, specifically targeting the Blood Origin Cult responsible for the ambush on Ghost Island. As for the results, he didn’t disclose much—it seemed classified.
"There’s been an uptick in the Tower’s battle missions lately," Adam casually mentioned during their chat.
Lynch noticed it too—not just battle missions, but even hunting tasks had been commanding higher rewards recently. Moreover, apprentice dueling tournaments were being organized more frequently.
The Tower appeared to be intentionally encouraging everyone to boost their combat abilities?
Training continued.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
During these six months, Lynch had added another fifty spells to his collection, achieving a ten percent progress toward mastering all templates without spending a dime.
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