The winter sun gradually rose higher, and the light in the courtyard of the Lord's Mansion shifted from slanting rays to a more vertical angle, bathing the entire room in a warm, gentle glow.
The quiet sound of Zestira and Lanchi's slow conversation mingled with the melodious rustling of the leaves outside the window.
Whenever Lanchi brought up a question, Zestira would listen attentively before sharing her own insights with him.
Although Lanchi found studying Practical Magic extremely difficult.
Zestira taught him with great patience and never considered him clumsy because of it.
However, she had not given much thought to the issue of magical affinity.
Her own greatest strength was fire magic, so she began explaining how to cast fire magic to Lanchi.
For Lanchi, his affinity for elemental magic ranked light above fire, with the other elements below them. In reality, his affinity for fire magic was not particularly good either.
The end result was that, after more than two hours, Lanchi's learning progress in the Tier 1 Fireball Spell had advanced by roughly one-tenth, thanks to Zestira's efforts.
For an ordinary beginner learning Tier 1 magic, that progress was already quite impressive.
But Zestira did not know that Lanchi was Tier 4.
When the melodious ringing of the town's bells reached their ears, Zestira finally noticed that the clock in the room had also just struck twelve.
Before they knew it, nearly three hours of the lesson had passed.
"You can go."
Zestira said this.
She felt that enough time had passed, and that this tutor should be able to go report back to her father.
"Thank you, but with my level of magical power, learning the most basic Tier 1 Fireball Spell would probably only let me light someone's cigarette. I've just wasted your precious time."