Han Shuo's understanding of the essence of necromancy had long since surpassed that of Fanny, who had once been his teacher. Fanny had to admit as much.
Watching Han Shuo speak at length before her, Fanny's thoughts drifted into the past. She remembered his tireless persistence in pursuing a point of knowledge when he was still a Magic Apprentice, and his silent practice as he endured solitude alone. It seemed to bring her to some realization.
The man before her no longer bore any trace of his former self. Was this imposing, powerful man really that frail, timid boy who had stood less than 1.7 meters tall, that boy who had silently cleaned the Garbage Dump all day, that boy who had possessed no strength and could only let others bully him?
Fanny grew a little dazed, staring blankly at Han Shuo and losing track of his explanations about her magic. Only after a long while, when his voice suddenly rose, did she snap out of it. Her bright eyes cleared, and she gave him a faint, apologetic smile. "I don't know why, but I find it impossible to reconcile who you are now with who you were before. It's as though you became someone else in an instant. Even now, all the changes you've undergone feel like a dream to me."
In just a few short years, Han Shuo had grown to an unattainable height. Now even Fanny, who had once been his teacher, had to look up to him. The Lancelot Empire had no shortage of geniuses, but a rate of growth as rapid as Han Shuo's was utterly unprecedented.
Han Shuo smiled easily. "I've changed so much that it's perfectly normal for you to feel that way. Hehe, everyone changes. That's the rule of human evolution. Only