"N-no... I don't want that..." Ciara mumbled, hoping for a small glimmer of hope.
However, deep within her, she knew all she prayed for was a childish dream. Even though Richard was a teacher, it wasn't as though he held that high of a position in the Southern Magic Institute to help her.
There was nothing either of them could do.
"Ciara. I may not be able to read minds, but I can pretty much guess what's going on in your head." Richard suddenly spoke.
Her eyes widened as she looked at his face. It was expressing a caring smile, full of warmth and understanding.
"Don't worry about it too much, Ciara. I'll take care of it for you." He assured her.
"W-wha-? But how...?!" Ciara stuttered.
It wasn't that she didn't think her friend was capable, but he was merely a homeroom lecturer. There was hardly much he could do about it.
