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Dalia returned, slightly refreshed and she shuffled to the seat beside mine, slightly tense. My mind then shifted to the matter at hand. Right when things had gotten easier for me. That in itself presented a problem.
It became too easy to learn.
Dalia looked at me, awaiting my approval for the lesson to resume.
"Is there… some sort of repellant spell cast on it?" Gyasi broke the silence, noticing Dalia's nervousness and at the same time, trying to quell his own curiosity.
"No. Nothing of that sort," I grumbled in answer. It didn't even work like that. "I didn't sense any of that."
I truly didn't. It emitted no essence. There was no profound feeling from the words themselves. The only resistance I felt was from within as if I was ingesting poison and my system was trying hard to get rid of it.
"How long did it take you to learn this, Dalia?" Gyasi continued, shifting his attention to the old priestess.
