In the garden, Julian's presence seemed to carry a hint of "Summoning Wind to Lure Butterflies"—one by one, brilliant and delicate butterflies danced around him. Curious, he extended a finger, and one butterfly gently landed on it.
"Nature favors those with a vibrant life force. As your magic grows, you'll become increasingly... 'welcomed'," said Catherine teasingly.
"That's not exactly a good thing," Julian replied.
Compared to attracting butterflies and being the center of attention, he much preferred a simple, uneventful life.
"When does Losiya's competition begin?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Judging by the timing, probably tomorrow," Catherine answered after thinking for a moment.
She could tell Julian wanted to watch it in person and smiled. "Tomorrow I can show you a live projection of the event, so you don't need to worry about it."
"Really?"
