.
Walking into the house, Shiro casually waved a hand and activated a heating spell. The cold quickly receded. He pointed at the sofa in the living room. "Sit."
Feeling the warmth, the girl slightly loosened the clothes draped over her shoulders, bent her knees, and sat on the sofa with her head lowered, lost in thought.
Shiro smiled helplessly and waved his hand again. The small table between them lit up with lines of blue light, and a mysterious power spread out from it.
A wondrous scene unfolded. The teapot on the table floated into the air on its own, while streams of water continuously formed in the void and poured into it.
In just a moment, the water in the teapot began to boil. Then something even more magical happened: when the teapot tilted slightly to pour, the water inside had turned into tea.
The girl had never seen such a miraculous sight before. Her hazy eyes were filled with astonishment.
Shiro smiled faintly, as if to say it was nothing, then spread his hands and gestured for the girl to drink the tea.
However, unlike the astonished girl, Arthur, who had turned spiritual at the side, revealed an odd look in his eyes.
Because in his eyes, there had just been another scene as well.
One was what the girl saw: Shiro sitting on the sofa, the teapot floating up and brewing tea by itself. The other...
Was Shiro personally making the tea with gentle, practiced movements, without any miraculous effects—just simple tea-making. After all, his teacher was the Flower Mage. When it came to illusion, he was far stronger than Shiro.
At the same time, Arthur also did not quite understand Shiro's actions, because up to now, he had not seen the slightest hint of affection