"Fate really is wondrous!" Nora Treadwell turned around, her gaze on Wizet becoming somewhat subtle. "Isn't it?"
"It truly is." Wizet nodded in agreement. "Grandma Treadwell, I never expected to meet you here."
"Youth is wonderful!" Nora Treadwell remarked, her smile meaningful and carrying the teasing particular to an elder. "Who would have thought... who would have thought..."
Although Wizet had grown accustomed to being watched by all sorts of eyes through his training, Nora Treadwell's identity was rather special. Coupled with that suggestive look, he still felt somewhat at a loss.
He gave a light cough and instinctively looked away.
"Yes, youth truly is wonderful!" Nora Treadwell sighed again before reining in her teasing expression.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "A Guardian truly is special—powerful. I never imagined you would be able to come here."
"And I can sense it..." Her gaze sharpened. "You are an exceptionally special Guardian. Special in a way never seen before!"
Wizet's heart stirred. He knew what was special about Nora Treadwell.
Nora Treadwell was not only Luna's great-grandmother, but also Selina Pendragon's friend.
Selina Pendragon had once told him that although Nora Treadwell could not sense Ancient Magic Power, she could study Merlin's ruins through her own talent.
He still remembered Selina Pendragon's sentiment at the time: without those ruins of Merlin, she could not have grown so quickly.
It was precisely because of this that Nora Treadwell's belongings contained that batch of "brand-new blank parchment" imbued with Ancient Magic Power.
Wizet had read that "brand-new blank parchment," so he was not particularly surprised by the insight Nora Treadwell was displaying now, or by what she was saying.
Noticing the change in Wizet's expression, Nora Treadwell gently shook her head. "I imagine you've heard enough of this already, so let's not talk about