During dinner, something amusing happened. Shade went to the washroom midway through the meal, and when he returned to the dining room after washing his hands, he ran into Miss Swift.
The young apprentice had not encountered Shade by chance. Rather, she seemed to have been waiting for him.
"Mr. Hamilton."
With her hands behind her back, she hesitantly stopped Shade in the corridor. Only after confirming that no one else was nearby did she ask quietly:
"You met that Miss Sylvia, didn't you?"
"Yes. She is a very outstanding lady."
Shade nodded. The flaxen-haired Miss then asked, her gaze flickering:
"We cannot casually inquire into information about other Great Witches, but I remember that Miss Sylvia is not very old."
"Yes, she is twenty-one this year."
Although it was impolite to discuss ladies' ages, Miss Sylvia was still young, so Shade gave her the answer.
"She is younger than all of us."
Miss Swift nodded somewhat dejectedly.
Though she looked about the same age as Angelina, her actual age was the same as this body of Shade's—one or two years older than Miss Sylvia.
Shade naturally understood what the young girl was thinking, so he comforted her:
"You should compare yourself with the apprentices of Great Witches, not with the Great Witches themselves.
Miss Sylvia became a ten-ring warlock at such a young age not only because of her own efforts, but also because of the times. I mean, because of her experiences. I have had in-depth conversations with Miss Sylvia, and I know she has not had it easy either. Without her Teacher's protection, she had to face everything herself. I will not lie to you, nor will I tell you that you are better than her. But sometimes people should not look too far ahead. Look at