Professor Tom's First Lesson

On the long street of the little fishing-port town, The Mute Girl sat all alone by her stall piled with fresh fish, kneeling on a straw mat with her head bowed, saying nothing. From that day on, she had waited every day, waiting for the father who might never come.

In Alexandria City, Herpo the Foul stood atop the Basilisk's head, appraising her from afar.

"What a pitiful little thing. She's still waiting for her daddy. She hasn't even realized there's no one left on this street... Perhaps the father she relied on has already become part of the little fellows beneath our feet. Though not necessarily. With his love for his daughter, that patient man so used to endurance might burst out with powerful magic and become the final victor," Herpo the Foul let out a piercing laugh. "She really is a little different today. Why is that? Because those fish have already gone rotten? No, this street stank to begin with. Now that those foul odors are gone, her fish have just about achieved their old balance, hahaha. Karkaroff, she won't have to wait much longer. Soon, she'll be able to see what this world truly looks like."

Tom beside him said nothing. Kenttanka was indeed somewhat different today, and not only because the desolate street no longer held those malicious jeers. It was because she had slowly raised her head.

Her right eye, split in two by a scar, and her hollow left eye "stared" straight ahead. Less than two steps before her, The Scales bearing The Heart and The Feather were creaking and swaying. That swollen, bloated Heart had completely overwhelmed the Scales carrying it, and the bottom of the tray was infinitely close to the ground. Yet no matter how it swayed, that pure white