"Charise."
Merlin returned to his room and saw that Charise was still waiting up for him. Although she forced a smile, she seemed to have a load on her mind.
"Celia's sleeping now, Merlin…"
Charise wanted to say more but did not say anything else ultimately. Merlin had a vague idea of what she wanted to say. It was likely that when they were in the hall, Celia's naïve dream of becoming a Spell Caster had stirred up her worries.
Merlin came before Charise, his sharp eyes fixing upon her as he said softly, "Charise, you worry too much about things. So, what if Celia has no way of becoming a Spell Caster? When she grows up, she'll have children – perhaps her descendants will have Spell Caster Quality. What's more, I'm a powerful Spell Caster now. Barring anything unexpected, I shall be able to protect the Wilson clan for hundreds of years. With me around, Celia can live a good life in her short, decades-long lifespan!"
