"You don't think anything will happen to Lady Xiya La... Never mind, forget I asked."
Fang held back the rest of his sentence, seeing his sister's anxious gaze.
As personal servants to Xiya La, the two were not entitled to enter the academy and could only wait in the great hall of Niglaiser.
They watched the technicians, magicians, and administrative staff bustle by, their stares blank, keenly feeling the slow crawl of time.
It was too quiet.
Unable to bear it, Fang asked again, "Xiao Ying, do you regret it?"
Ying: "Regret? Regret what?"
"Lady Xiya La said there was a chance to leave us at Mak... that place, but you didn't agree."
"But you didn't agree either, did you?"
"I'm different, I'm worried about you!"
"But it was you who mentioned it first..."
Ying puckered her lips, clasping the magic wand tightly, holding onto her pitiful and helpless self.
Regretful, but she couldn't say it.
As a Level Four Transcendent, Makala did not repel them.
