Fernandez, Tower District.
He Xi returned to the dormitory from the Tower of Strength.
The room was quiet. Bruce was sprawled flat on the carpet, his belly rising and falling, a glistening trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was clearly immersed in some sweet dream of chasing roasted meat patties.
Since it was currently time for General Knowledge of Magic Pets, Lionel was naturally not in the dormitory either.
He Xi walked to the bed and lay down, letting out a long breath.
From four days ago until today, a total of four days, aside from the necessary Magic Missile classes and the final Introduction to Magical Material Processing lesson, he had spent nearly all his time practicing spells.
This kind of high-intensity training was exhausting, but the results were equally remarkable.
The only issue giving him a bit of a headache now was that the school's practice rooms seemed somewhat insufficient.
Even so, [Lightning Bolt] had risen to Lv. 3 in just a few days.
[Elemental Harmonizer] was simply too great a boost for practicing elemental spells."
He could not help recalling the scene when he had chosen his talent upon becoming a professional.
If not for his teacher's advice back then, he might very well have chosen that orange talent.
He Xi raised his arm and looked at the pale golden wing symbol on it, a flicker of nostalgia passing through his eyes.
I wonder how Teacher has been lately...
With that thought, he drew upon a thread of magic within him and slowly fed it into the symbol.
There was no immediate response.
"This guy... don't tell me he's off having so much fun that he forgot again?"
That was not unusual, either.
Time flowed differently in the Feywild than on the