After two hours of private lessons, the room appeared to be empty.

Tick-tock- Tick-tock-

It was a shattered space.

There, Sylvia was looking over the homework that Deculein had left. A revision of the magic circuit, a vocabulary list of fairy words with homonyms, and several math problems that he said would help she looked at it all silently and muttered softly.

Im not afraid.

The current Deculein was fake anyway. Everything would be fake until she painted the real one. All of them were processes, not results, of this trial and error. So, she didnt have to be afraid if he disappeared. She didnt have to be afraid of parting.

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