Clarence wore black, round-framed glasses and still donned the same red robe, unchanged for years, with his light brown curly hair looking fluffy and unkempt.
He slightly squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows, gazing at the young wizard before him.
The young wizard's chestnut curls tumbled down to his shoulders, his smile confident and bright, his body cloaked in a forest green, raincoat-like cape—overly simple and casual for wizard attire.
His skin was etched with black tattoo runes and alchemic arrays, crisscrossing, leaving circular arcs and marks on his body, resembling a stitched teddy bear.
Had an experienced Transmutation Wizard been here, they would have noticed that if the young wizard's skin were peeled off and stretched out, it could directly transform into seven gear-like, interlocking spell arrays.
"So you've… succeeded?"
Clarence asked slowly, "The Pure Medium Bernadino?"
"You can actually recognize me."
