As August walked through the corridors of the Western High Tower after his meeting, a wave of appreciation for Hadrumei washed over him. He had entered this world, this place, expecting to encounter another selfish sorcerer like Phelan, one who would use him as a mere tool to achieve personal ambition. Instead, Hadrumei had proven to be a good mentor and surprisingly thoughtful, offering guidance and support rather than manipulation. August recognized that Hadrumei's cordial treatment and goodwill were largely due to his own talent and potential, but he found no fault in that. If anything, it served as motivation for him to constantly prove his worth and become more useful to those more powerful than himself.
'I was never planning on slacking off or becoming useless to others anyway,' August chuckled inwardly, a smile creeping onto his face as he walked.
