"Master, what are we going to do today?"
Sied curiously stroked a singing plant, which was humming an ancient pastoral song in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
Ron smiled and walked toward the central counter of the kitchen.
Deep in his chest, the bloodline of the Chaos Sheep Head slowly awoke like a slumbering giant beast, beginning to release a very subtle energy fluctuation.
This fluctuation was colorless and tasteless, undetectable by any magical means.
It seeped into every inch of the surrounding air, like spring rain nourishing the earth.
With every breath, countless microscopic chaos factors quietly merged into the depths of each person's spiritual ocean.
Outside the door, Hillas stealthily activated the recording device.
He told himself it was to "objectively and comprehensively record Lecturer Ron's extracurricular guidance, to submit an accurate assessment report to Director Ella."
His inner monologue was filled with contradiction:
