Letters and Taking Potions

"Even if you can't directly take part in the struggle for the seats, witnessing this grand event that gathers all the wizarding geniuses of the entire south will greatly benefit your future path."

Undine looked calmly at Dago, with a trace of encouragement in her eyes, though not much.

"Set off as soon as possible, Dago. Whether you head for the Mechanical Heart or detour through the Fairy Ancient City, the journey from here will take quite some time.

"During this process, you will witness the true Wizarding World—a naked battlefield without the veil of warmth."

She merely felt that Dago ought to go, because it would be beneficial to his cultivation. Establishing a sufficiently broad perspective was a necessary prerequisite for advancing to a high-level wizard.

But she held no expectations for him, much less placed any pressure on him.

On the path of truth, everyone walked alone. All a mentor could do was point out the direction, not walk in their place.

"Undine really would make a suitable... mother."

Dago silently made that assessment of Undine, then shook his head with a self-mocking smile.

In the world of wizards, the word "mother" often represented weakness and attachment, yet Undine gave it another meaning—absolute protection and rational freedom.

Undine handled every trivial matter related to his cultivation. Resource allocations were accurate to the milligram, and even the construction of his environment took every fluctuation of energy particles into account.

Once Dago expressed an unwavering determination toward a matter or goal, she would immediately "pour cold water" on him verbally and ring an "alarm bell" in his ear.

She used cold reality to restrain his surging passion, preventing him from misjudging the odds of risk because of his youth. Yet in action, she spared no effort in helping him prepare,