Secret Language Master was not an especially gloomy or eccentric person.
If she had been that kind of person, she could not possibly have become such a close private friend of Luluenman.
During their subsequent conversation, Saine no longer experienced that previous absurd and eerie phenomenon.
The candle flames that had originally been imprisoned and frozen within the Leaning Tower began to flicker again.
Secret Language Master did not seem accustomed to using Magic Crystal Lamps. Most of the lighting in the Leaning Tower's laboratory consisted of candles.
The candles' material was probably quite special as well. The peculiar fragrance released by the burning wax seemed to offer certain benefits to meditation and the condensation of Mental Strength.
While the muscles in Saine's back stiffened and a thin sheen of cold sweat seeped across the surface of his Magic Robe, Luluenman and Secret Language Master were chatting merrily.
Luluenman even laughed aloud.
The two Level-4 Magicians were not communicating entirely through words; they had likely also used Mental Strength to converse.
As a result, Saine had no idea what the two had discussed and could only look at his mentor with innocent speechlessness.
Though Saine could not clearly see Secret Language Master's true appearance, his mentor Luluenman had never concealed anything from him.
If Luluenman had to keep herself hidden from Saine every day, that would have been far too exhausting, and there would have been no need to grant him so many Holy Tower privileges.
It had to be said that Luluenman belonged to the delicate, girl-next-door type whose beauty grew more pleasing the longer one looked.
Her first impression might not have been breathtaking, but she would absolutely make those around her feel comfortable and cared for.
She was a woman born with a friendly aura. No wonder