"Don't worry," Owen said. "When Arthur was recovering on the mountain, I could already sense that he wanted to go on an adventure."
"So I gave him some gifts that others had sent me."
"Although they're basic equipment, they should be enough to protect himself."
Hearing this, Cinderella felt a bit more at ease.
"Mentor, you're too kind."
"Arthur is working so hard to find his own path."
"I need to work hard too."
...
A few days later, Owen began to notice something strange.
Lately, whenever he went for a walk down the mountain, a lot of people would follow him from a distance.
Even outside his small courtyard, random strangers started appearing.
Many of these strangers were ordinary people. When Owen greeted them, they would swarm him, surrounding him and bombarding him with bizarre questions.
"Mr. Owen, I'm very healthy and I don't need money. Can you take me as your student?"
