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"Siristira, how is your aura covering progressing?"
"It's going well, Father."
Pat.
"Great," gently patted her head, Siristira's father.
However, the Reptilian woman seated on the leather couch before she entertained a different notion. Evidently irritated, her visage betrayed traces of anger.
"When I was your age, I was already at Level 3 and was even mastering fire magic," she slowly stated so while lighting a cigar.
The woman's words noticeably dampened her previously cheerful demeanor. She lowered her head and examined the carpet, at a loss for words. In a fleeting moment, she caught her father casting a glance at her mother, but it was not enough to prompt any action.
"Even your father was similar to me. He reached Level 4 one year after me when he was fifteen years old."
"Rosla…"
"Esnor, am I lying?"
"No, but I think this isn't the time for that."
"Then, when is it? When will that time come?"
