Princess Margaret was the centerpiece of this banquet, so she could not linger here for too long. After telling Miss Sylvia the exact time and arrangements for heading to the airship, she rose to leave.
But as soon as she stood up, the Princess pursed her lips and sat back down.
She glanced at her personal maid, who tactfully left the room for the time being. The Princess then looked at Miss Sylvia's personal servant—the woman who had brought Shade here—but the latter remained unmoved.
Princess Margaret bit her lip again before asking softly:
"Teacher, are you still unwilling to take me as your apprentice?"
Shade held his breath in the wardrobe, while the Great Witch looked at her suspiciously.
"Margaret, we've discussed this question many times. I am willing to be your teacher, but you cannot become my apprentice. You have no talent for space. That cannot be changed."
"What if I could inscribe the Space Spirit Rune upon myself?"
The Princess asked somewhat agitatedly, but the Great Witch still shook her head.
"You understand my personality well. If you want to inherit my seat in the Council, then besides space, you must also understand mathematics. I want to find a student who can truly inherit all my knowledge. But if someone cannot do mathematics, then they cannot do it. Even if they gain knowledge through those supernatural powers, their logic and way of thinking cannot be changed so easily."
Shade's eyes widened as he peered outside through the crack in the wardrobe, afraid of missing any detail. Though it was somewhat unethical, this conversation was far more interesting than the banquet itself.
He understood Miss Sylvia's thoughts well. This Great Witch wanted to find a true successor. He also understood Princess Margaret's thoughts. Though she had become Serkses's