"Is that so."
Lanci nodded lightly, his gaze fixed firmly on the street below the steps of the Main Hall.
Dusk had long since arrived, but the brightly illuminated monastery was no less dazzling than the colors of midday.
Students held bamboo lanterns in their hands, either walking in pairs or strolling alone, their faces radiating smiles of pure joy.
When the bamboo lantern was lit, the thin outer veil, as delicate as cicada wings, quickly expanded, carrying firelight and heartfelt prayers as it drifted gently into the night sky.
Lanci gazed up at the ascending lights, his once-lowered eyes slowly following their ascent.
He knew that the floating moon lanterns relied solely on the buoyant force of hot air and had no connection to the miracles of magic.
He also understood that when the fuel was exhausted and the flame extinguished, the moon lanterns would ultimately fall back to the ground.
But in this fleeting and beautiful moment, no one wanted to think about that.
