Rhine's home was no different from the other houses in the village.
It had a thatched roof and log walls, with a rectangular, barn-like layout.
Outside was an open space enclosed by a low wall. So when Gauss walked in,
he could easily look over the wall and see Rhine in the yard.
It was dark out, but to him, night was no different from day.
He quickly saw what Rhine was doing.
She stood in the open space, her right hand raised in front of her and her left hand gripping her right wrist, looking utterly serious.
Still practicing Fire Bolt?
Gauss was a little surprised.
He walked up to the door and gently knocked on the slightly rickety wooden gate.
"Who is it!?"
Rhine's ears perked up in the yard, and she asked cautiously.
She wanted to identify the person outside, but also to alert her parents inside.
"It's me, Gauss."
Hearing Gauss's clear voice, Rhine hurried over on her short legs and opened the gate.
"Teacher, what brings you here so late?"
Rhine opened the gate, looking a little awkward.
Gauss had visited her home once before.
But she still wasn't used to it.
Or rather, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed at the thought of Gauss seeing what her home was like.
He had invited her into the Foldable House several times.
Its refined, tidy interior and furniture controlled by magic stood in stark contrast to her own simple, primitive home. She always felt a little inferior around Gauss because of it.
Even though she wasn't actually unhappy with her home.
Still, she really didn't want Gauss to come over.
Gauss had no idea how complicated her feelings were. Seeing her clutch the hem of her clothes, looking awkward and fidgety, he assumed she was upset that