After a bit more back-and-forth, filled with Lavine's complaints and Riley's unbending insistence, the little fairy finally threw her hands up and surrendered to her master's outrageous orders.
"Fine, fine! I'll go," she huffed, crossing her tiny arms with the dramatic flair unique only to ancient beings stuck in small bodies.
"But you know, I was actually excited to see the festival matches, right? I've been waiting for this week…!"
Riley chuckled softly. A hint of guilt tugged at him—just a hint.
As an ancient mage, Lavine was the type who greatly enjoyed observing battles, especially those fought by future prodigies.
She adored seeing sparks of potential and talent, and she delighted even more in finding disciples on a whim—though Rose didn't actually need her teachings in the first place.
