Out of Asda's expectation, before their lesson began, Thales raised the index finger on his right hand, gesturing that he had a question.
The Mystic arched one of his eyebrows and nodded at him.
"Mister Sakern, six years ago, I once asked you the same question—what are Mystics?" Throat stirring, he carefully scrutinized the Mystic's expression even though he knew that during conversations, Asda rarely showed any visible movement. "But at that time, you said that you weren't able to tell me the answer to that question."
Asda narrowed his eyes. "Continue."
"You also said that you couldn't tell me what Mystics are based on your understanding," Thales said, feeling puzzled. "But now, you're…"
Thales stared doubtfully at the Mystic.
Asda stared at Thales for quite a while, and when Thales started to feel his blood run cold, he finally nodded. "You have a pretty good memory."
Thales arched an eyebrow and subconsciously lowered his head.
