In the metallic silver hall of the congress tower, Lazar had been laughing for quite a while, and he said to Lucien, "Hahaha… Did you see Ms. Lawette’s face? It was purple! Purple! Haha…" Lazar’s own face was now red from laughing too hard, "It’s just like… like a hundred arcana credits were given to her but, in the next minute, the credits were taken away again because it was given to the wrong person, haha… You know how many people don’t like her? Haha…"
"I just don’t really get it," said Lucien, smiling. "Why did she want to give us a hard time? I mean, she didn’t have to."
"Ms. Lawette is one of those sorcerers that I mentioned before who did not want to make any progresses anymore in their lives. Those people hate other people who are still striving for a better life." Lazar gently patted his chest to calm himself down. "I hope I won’t be like this in my sixties."
