A quiet night passed.
The next morning, as Dean Bruce opened his eyes, he could already hear whispers in the courtyard.
Upon sensing the source, he discovered that Nemesis Bruce and Lucy Michelle were chatting, discussing magic with each other.
Seeing this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of joy.
To be frank, all the disciples he had taken under his wing were talented individuals. Each could grasp magic on their own in a short time, and if they were willing to collaborate, their understanding of magic would only accelerate!
"Nemesis harbors hatred and is working hard, while Lucy is eager to restore her ancestral glory. I don't even need to keep an eye on them; they will both strive diligently," Dean Bruce murmured to himself. "But what about that group of students? How many of them will be able to follow my thought process and successfully grasp magic?"
