Isaiah changed into a brand-new wizard robe, occasionally tightening and loosening her grip on the magic wand, clearly showing signs of restless anxiety.
"No need to be nervous."
Beside her was a woman around forty, named Monica, an official apprentice of the academy.
Seeing Isaiah's changing complexion, Monica comforted softly:
"Not all wizards are cold and heartless, especially young wizards. As long as they don't practice certain special magic doors, their emotions are quite similar to ours."
"Wizard Lynn is not yet seventeen. He went through the apprenticeship with you and will not forget you."
"Yes." Isaiah forced a smile:
"Since he became an official wizard, my potion supply has eased considerably. I believe I will become an advanced wizard apprentice in a few years."
"That's right." Monica nodded, her voice tinged with envy:
"You're very lucky!"
