"Done!"
With the moon high overhead, beneath the flickering candlelight in the room, the petite figure hunched over the desk and scribbling furiously let out a long breath. She rather unladylike tossed aside her ballpoint pen, rubbed her aching wrist, then gave everything one last quick check before satisfactorily closing the entire workbook.
"Oh? That fast?"
Samael picked up the workbook beneath the lamplight and flipped through it a few times, surprise flickering in his eyes.
Having gone full throttle and finished her task ahead of schedule, Lineas raised her little head and smiled reservedly, though unconcealed pride gleamed in her azure eyes.
That was it? A mere high school math workbook thought it could stump a mage from a prestigious family? It was really underestimating the Clock Tower's basic education.
As a model of elite education, not only had she long mastered high school mathematics, but someone as clever as Lineas had also dabbled in university calculus and advanced mathematics.
By then, Samael had roughly finished looking through the workbook, and a brilliant smile spread across his face.
Only, that expression was exceedingly wicked.
"Here, keep going."
Before Lineas could react to his gentle words, three brand-new workbooks were laid out in a row across the desk before her.
One was physics, one chemistry, and one French.
Under Samael's smiling gaze, the smile on Lineas's face and the pride in her eyes instantly froze. When the girl's gaze met that handsome face full of mockery, she forced out a fake smile uglier than a sob, inwardly going berserk.
You're a big shot on par with Zelretch, the Marshal of Magecraft. Where did you get so many high school workbooks? And why was there even French? Does Great Britain not deserve a name?
"There's no harm in children learning more.