Then he looked at the Fourth Ring Dragon Descendant Mage, Isabelle, in front of him, and smiled, "Are you sure you don't want to return to the castle with me?"
Isabelle snorted coldly, "I am a noble Dragon Descendant Mage, you can forget about having me serve you with those witches."
David shrugged and suddenly stepped forward to pick up Isabelle, heading towards the study.
In the study, sunlight streamed through the curtains, spilling onto the wooden desk, warm and gentle.
David gently placed Isabelle down, and they both sat on opposite sides of the desk.
The paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls exuded a faint scent of ink, giving the space an extraordinarily serene feel.
"How about we practice calligraphy today?" David suggested, picking up a quill.
Isabelle was slightly taken aback, pursing her lips in some displeasure, "Do you think I'll forgive you just because of this?"
