"Greetings, mentor Alice." Alice ignored his presence, looking at Amy with pity instead. "Why aren't you resting? Your body has not fully condensed yet. You mustn't run around carelessly."
Like a child, Amy skipped happily to Alice's side. "Mother, the gift I said I would prepare for you will be here soon."
Alice, the mentor, watched the mist rippling around Amy's body. A trace of bitterness flashed through her beautiful, bright eyes, but she merely asked, "What gift have you prepared for me?"
"Arro!"
Puffing out her cheeks, Amy said, "Mother, you have worked for me for far too long. You even delayed improving your Mental Strength, which is why you still haven't reached Level 2 Wizard."
"I know that Mother wanted to study Arro before, to see why he had trained his Mental Strength to the level of an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice while still a mortal. But he did not know what was good for him and refused."
"Don't worry. His head will soon be delivered to you."
"As long as you can be revived safely, nothing else matters." Mentor Alice tenderly reached out to stroke Amy's hair, but the moment she touched those scarlet locks, Amy's figure suddenly wavered. Frightened, mentor Alice quickly withdrew her hand.
"These two years are the critical period of your revival. You must be careful with every move. Do not draw the attention of those hypocritical wizards."
Once a slogan had been shouted for long enough, even if it was false, as long as its original intent was right, it would never lack true supporters.
Jungle Home had always proclaimed itself the guardian of the countless islands across the Eighteen Continents, always preaching internal harmony.
Naturally, wizards who grew up afterward would come to follow that ideal.
"For your revival, the little things