"Lena, I have a question."
Setting down the diary and sitting in the now empty classroom, Anna lifted her head. The lady of the house looked at her head maid and close friend.
"Go ahead, my sister."
The elven woman sitting by the window gazed out at the desolation. This abandoned town, under the reign of residual snow, still displayed miracles of life—moss thriving on cobblestones, climbing vines weaving through crumbling eaves and broken walls, and now and then a deer roaming the streets.
"Our mentor is someone with abilities, isn't he?" Her sister posed a question that struck her as either foolish... or perhaps overly forgetful.
"Of course. He possesses unparalleled spell formation affinity. That's precisely why our dear Malin was recognized for his extraordinary talent at such a young age—that is undoubtedly Golden Blood." As Lena spoke, she reached out a hand, and a bold deer approached her, drawn by the warm presence of life before it.
