In the Starfield Sea, Witch Sophia stood beside another wizard in a magical corridor.
"Miss Sophia, according to our predictions, the Magic Tide's concentration gradient is about to peak. We can't let an outsider take the fruit this time. By the way, you sent several letters to a wizard in the Land of Three Marshes through Samsara Logistics. You didn't reveal anything outsiders shouldn't know, did you?"
Witch Sophia glanced at him. "There should only be one shipping record with my name on it. I don't know what you're talking about. As for that student of mine, he isn't an outsider."
"And he's reliable."
"I trust that he'll understand the deeper meaning of what I gave him."
The wizard hurried to apologize. "I'm not questioning your decision. It's just that he didn't come from the main branch of our Academic Lineage. Our enemies are also searching for the exact time the fruit will ripen. That knowledge is the result of a century of work by our Academic Lineage.
"And involving a wizard who hasn't reached the Third Ring in a matter that affects the Eastern Sector, even the entire Infinite Void, places far too much responsibility on him. I'm sure you didn't show favoritism and tell him everything. I'm also worried our enemies could get the exact ripening time from him."
Witch Sophia turned to the wizard, a smile curling her lips. "William Hook, are you questioning my power and Wisdom? No one in this competition within the Starfield Sea can rival me."
"I will become a Third-Ring Wizard and claim that fruit. This isn't a hope for the future. I'm stating a fact that will come to pass."
Witch Sophia walked on. Wizard William Hook froze for a moment, then smiled in relief.
He caught up with her. "As