For so many years, it was the first time Wald felt so refreshed.
His smile never faded.
The first night after Sif returned to the Imperial Capital, she didn't spend it with her young lover but came to the old man's house, showing her respect for her teacher.
Having not seen her for two years, Sif had become even more beautiful and shed her immaturity, gaining a bit more composure.
She had really grown up.
She was no longer the little fool who panicked and sought help from her teacher, even fantasizing about retreating to Tyrone Earl's Domain and ignoring external affairs.
Wald even felt Sofia wasn't so terrifying, and Sif could win.
Sif spent more than two hours recounting the events that occurred overseas.
Many things Wald had also heard about, but they were just hearsay, far less impactful than a firsthand account.
