"Fate really is marvelous!" Nora Treadwell turned her head, and the look with which she studied Vizet became somewhat subtle. "Isn't it?"
"It truly is marvelous." Vizet nodded in agreement. "Grandmother Treadwell, I didn't expect to meet you here either."
"It's wonderful to be young!" Nora Treadwell sighed, the smile on her face carrying deep meaning, along with the particular teasing air of an elder. "I truly never expected it... truly never expected it..."
Though Vizet had trained himself and was already used to being watched by all kinds of gazes, Nora Treadwell's identity was rather special. Coupled with such an ambiguous look, it still left him feeling somewhat at a loss.
He gave a soft cough and instinctively shifted his gaze away.
"Indeed, it's wonderful to be young!" Nora Treadwell sighed again, then put away her joking expression.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "A Guardian is indeed very special, and very powerful. I truly never imagined that you could come here."
"And I can sense it..." Her gaze sharpened. "You are an extremely special Guardian, special in a way that has never existed before!"
Vizet's heart stirred slightly. He knew what made Nora Treadwell special.
Nora Treadwell was not only Luna's great-grandmother, but also a good friend of Serena Pendragon.
Serena Pendragon had once told him that although Nora Treadwell could not sense Ancient Magic, she was able to rely on her personal talent to research Merlin's ruins.
He still remembered Serena Pendragon's sigh at the time: without those Merlin ruins, Serena Pendragon could not have grown so quickly.
It was precisely because of this that among the relics Nora Treadwell left behind, there appeared that batch of "New Blank Parchment" containing Ancient Magic Power.
Vizet had read those "New Blank Parchment," so he was not particularly surprised by