Unlike the flustered Ilana, Ophelia's tone seems as if everything has been arranged without her knowing.
Ophelia's index finger gently taps the envelope, and in her aquamarine eyes burns a fervor that Ilana cannot comprehend.
And this further validated her suspicions —
Ophelia concealed part of the truth; her sudden decision was not merely the whim of a spoiled lady.
"Can you... explain a bit more clearly?" Ilana asked earnestly.
This was not for herself, but to persuade others in the laboratory.
"I'm sorry, this is the last thing I can do for my friends," Ophelia shook her head, answering without really replying.
"...I've had Prince Colin build a new Mage Tower for you all in the south. Although it doesn't have the magnificence of the Void Realm or the Tower of Great Sage, there are sufficient funds, people pursuing truth, and our revered Master."
"But... this is too sudden, can you give me some time?"
"Ilana."
