Little Regna had not come out either. She seemed to be keeping Aisijin company inside. The little one did not always need to sleep, but whenever she saw Aisijin fall into a deep slumber, she would join in, sometimes curling up in Aisijin's arms.
His furry companions also received frequent care from his Spirit Fur Nourishment. Though the effect was not as exaggerated as it was on him, they too had a fair amount of spirituality about them.
Ruger surveyed the lively bunch by the sea. With Little Fairy having learned Freezing Ray, storing things was now much easier for them.
He glanced at his teacher again.
Immanuel had not answered directly, but he seemed to have accepted Ruger's suggestion.
At first, Ruger had kept his teacher outside the Bedroom Space, feeling that the teacher before him was deeply strange in many ways he could not put into words. After several years together, he still found his teacher full of strangeness, but it was a different kind now. He had asked countless questions in the Library, and his teacher had answered countless times. Sometimes his teacher was beside him, sometimes not, yet he would still appear with a smile. Question after question, answer after answer-as though teaching Ruger truly was the mission of this version of him standing before Ruger. There was a peculiar strangeness to it.
At one particular moment, Ruger suddenly felt that his teacher's current state was a little like that of a fairy. This was not a figure of speech, but a judgment based on the fairies he had encountered. That was another part of the strangeness, for his teacher was a contradiction. This version of him had a very pure side, direct and sometimes even simple, yet he was also complex, with vast knowledge and