The Reindeer Grand Master Appears!

"Am I not already a Druid?" Ailin asked strangely. "I remember you said yesterday that once I entered the 'Oak Grove,' I became an official Druid."

Zerby Ortega's rough old face flushed red. "That's not what I meant... Of course you're a Druid now, but you need a more specialized organization to study in... I'm not saying witchers are bad, or that the School of the Wolf is inferior to Maina, but..."

The old Druid stumbled over his words. The rough wrinkles on his face trembled as he reddened further.

But Ailin understood the general meaning. He also roughly understood that the talent he had "displayed" was likely exceptionally rare even among Druids.

He did not think Zerby Ortega was being overly worldly just because his attitude had changed after seeing the difference in Ailin's talent.

If he had merely been a fourteen-year-old witcher fresh out of the mountains, untouched by society's hardships, he might have thought so. He might even have been displeased by the veiled disparagement of witchers in Zerby Ortega's tone.

But someone who had lived two lives would not.

Instead, warmth filled his heart, as though he were soaking in a hot spring.

Because when he had shown no talent at all, when he had been unable to even enter meditation for nearly a week, Zerby Ortega—a Great Druid of high standing within the Druid Circle of Myna—had shown no impatience. He had instead continued comforting him and carefully helping him make up for every shortcoming.

Kind and responsible, just like the teachers Ailin had encountered in his previous life.

The student's future clearly had nothing to do with him, yet he could not bear to watch someone waste away their years, squander their youth and talent, and walk down the wrong path.

What benefit would