Mae's mind was in chaos.
Outside, while waiting for the master, the two disciples were practicing and exchanging words, Mors's eyes occasionally glanced at Mae who was still sleeping on the lap of the Dark Elf girl Phetia who was also sleeping.
"Don't worry. Master Mae is a very strong person, so she will be fine"- Shlomo
"How can you be so sure?"- Mors
"Trust me, Master Mae normally looks no different from other mages, but deep inside her is a power you can't imagine"- Shlomo
"But I'm a little curious, why is Master Mae seeking power, isn't she already strong enough to wipe out all the mages in the world?"- Mors
Shlomo glanced at Mae.
"Sometimes there are some things that are none of our business. So we can't understand what Master Mae is thinking, but somehow I feel like she has some kind of burden on her shoulders that she can't share with others...."- Shlomo
