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‘W-Why does she look so… normal?’
Her aura was so different that it was disorienting. The anxiety on her face remained familiar in my eyes; she also emanated the same aura as someone uncomfortable with crowds. Moreover, she didn't really look confident, despite my earlier remark.
I believed she appeared before the Magic Tower’s apprentice mages voluntarily, but it was clear that this sort of gathering wasn’t to her liking. It reminded me of how Second Life Ha-Yan used to be at the beginning of the second life.
Back then, before talking of becoming the God of Magic or becoming a towering authority over magic itself, she wasn't exactly interested in public affairs. Now, though, she appeared before us.
Cloaked in a heavy robe, she looked more like a mage during ancient times.
Her face was half-hidden; her figure was concealed; she had the image of a reclusive scholar. When she climbed onto the platform, she seemed hesitant, clinging to the single sheet of paper in her hand, likely the speech she was given earlier.
The elder mages guided her gently, and she nodded faintly at their words.
Whispers echoed throughout the hall.
“I-It’s really Miss Ha-Yan.”
“I can’t believe it. It’s really Miss Jung Ha-Yan…”
“U-Unbelievable…”
‘So she hasn’t been active...
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