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Though he had only given it a cursory look, Manus could already confirm that this box contained the legacy of Magical Textiles.

And now, Margaret wanted Manus to take everything in the box with him?

"Ma'am, shouldn't these things be passed down to your apprentice...?"

"Ha! Pass them to that brat Feilite so he can use them to prop up a table leg? That boy can't understand any of this, much less use it. And his shop would never want such outdated things."

It sounded as though Margaret's attitude toward Feilite was rather complicated. The moment he came up, she found fault with everything about him... even though she had not acted this way at the door.

What Manus did not know was that he was partly responsible for this change in attitude.

Before meeting Manus, Margaret had actually come to terms with the fact that Feilite had not inherited her craft. Her family had devoted generations of effort to this skill. While it had not been entirely fruitless in the end, its practical significance was not particularly great either.

There had been results, but those results alone were not enough to bring the craft back to life.

By Margaret's generation, she had already begun to lose hope. Otherwise, she would not have chosen not to have children and taken in an outsider as her apprentice instead.

If it had been her own child, Margaret would have insisted on passing down the art of Magical Textiles no matter what. But Feilite was not part of her family. Since he was unwilling to learn it, it was fine for him to learn only tailoring.

Perhaps that was simply Margaret giving herself a way out.

Yet today, she had met Manus. This young man had actually inherited the art of Magical Textiles.