Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
At the Rapid Wood Tower, an enchanting figure arrived early at the door to seek an audience with its master.
"Sorcerer Angie, I am emphasizing for the last time, I do not take disciples, nor concubines, maidservants, nor do I wish to send you on errands. Please make sure not to bother me again, otherwise even with Sorcerer Rothkins's protection, I think dealing with you would be a very simple matter."
"But—"
"There are no buts. I don't want to make this too embarrassing. Do you understand?"
Hearing Ivan's increasingly icy tone, Angie's beautiful face was filled with dejection. After a moment of silence, she turned around and left without a word.
"Sorry for troubling you," a voice came from outside the door. Angie finally came to her senses, realizing that her persistence almost led to a repay of kindness with ingratitude.
"Go on, get out," Ivan said without getting up.
