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Fors chatted with Dorian for a long time. When the clock in the room struck nine, Dorian looked up and said in some surprise:
"It's already nine."
With that, he turned to his student, a trace of apology on his face. "Fors, it seems a little late now, but I should have invited you to the dining room first. Most of the students and family members who were away have arrived, and there's still a long while before lunch begins. Let's have some pastries in the dining room first."
"Of course, Teacher Dorian. I can't wait to try some Trier-style pastries."
Fors certainly didn't mind. In fact, she accepted gladly and even wanted to take some back for Xio. This was her first visit to the capital of Intis, and she was very curious about the local customs. Discussing mysticism and the Abraham Family's history with her teacher was certainly interesting and had made the morning fly by, but meals couldn't be skipped either-only after Dorian asked did Fors realize she was a little hungry.
Dorian smiled and rose, and Fors picked up her shawl and hat.
She always wore her flat-topped ladies' hat when she went out, but when the "ticket" snatched her away, she had been sleeping at her desk. Only the shawl she had lazily used as a light blanket had remained on her.
"I was also going to tell you a few things about a certain fellow."
Dorian picked up his coat and draped it over his arm, his smile turning a little helpless. He shook his head.
"But the clock reminded me that his position is special now. He's no longer someone we can deal with. Even telling you would only add to your pressure and worries. Please don't misunderstand. I'm not asking you