Coyle's outward calm rapidly grew with Aislin's brief silence, reaching deep into his heart.
By the time the surprised Aislin looked at him again, his somewhat hollow act had become genuine confidence.
For a moment, Aislin hesitated as well.
Fortunately, although Coyle had gained a little confidence, he had not reached the point of daring to act arrogantly before her. He immediately smiled at her. "Though I'm not as strong as Gilbert, we're close in age, and we're both Seventh-Circle Mages. We should have some common ground.
Back then, we both studied basic spells under Mage Oliva.
Besides, Gilbert's temper isn't as bad as people outside make it out to be."
Aislin tilted her head and gave him a faintly mocking smile. "Gilbert really isn't that troublesome, but only if you don't dare provoke him at all.
Otherwise, even Oliva was..."
"Aislin." Oliva's helpless voice sounded from behind her. "The teacher is looking for you. Hurry over!
Archmage Nicholson seems to hope that we can assist with the construction of his Mage Tower.
I definitely don't have the time.
You handle it yourself!"
Normally, Aislin would refuse as well.
She liked authority, but she rarely extended her hand into other people's territory, much less exhausted herself for someone else's sake just to look impressive for a moment.
But Oliva could not be certain what kind of decision the current "Aislin" would make.
"I understand." Aislin curled her lip.
Before turning to enter the Mage Tower, she looked back at Coyle. "You'd better know who you should listen to between Gilbert and me!"
Coyle's brown eyes blinked lightly. Before Aislin disappeared through the doorway, he spoke firmly. "I only need to listen to the teacher.
No one else has the right to command me unless the teacher has said otherwise.
That