The counseling room was silent. Sylvia seemed to be crying, but she made no sound. I watched her quietly. The untouched teacups sat as the ice inside them melted and clinked softly. The sunlight streaming through the window gradually shifted.0

"I do not like to see people cry," I said.1

At that moment, she lifted her head. Her eyes were moist, but no tears fell, just as she said.0

"I was moved by your praise," Sylvia explained. "Professor Deculein, you are known for never complimenting anyone."0

Her voice and expression remained unchanged as she made her excuses. I took a handkerchief from my pocket.0

"But you praised me, thank you."0

"Dry your eyes," I instructed, handing her the handkerchief.1

Sylvia took it with both hands, her eyes sparkling like watery jewels. Just then, twenty minutes of counseling had passed.0

"I'll be going now," Sylvia said, glancing at the clock. 0

She stood up, neatly folded the handkerchief, and slipped it into her pocket. After giving a polite bow, she left the room.0

As I watched her small frame retreat, I said, "Remember my advice."0

Sylvia paused at my words. Without turning around, she nodded and walked away. Outside, I could hear Allen’s voice.0

"Have a good day!"0

The office door opened and then closed.0

"... Does she underestimate herself?" I mused aloud.3

Sylvia was a brilliant mage. She could have easily been appointed a full-time professor next year. Spending time under another professor would have been a clear waste, not just for her, but for the entire world. But Epherene was different. She was perfectly suited for the magic I have been researching, and she could grow even more under my guidance.1

"Professor," Allen called from outside the counseling room, poking his head in. "Debutant Epherene is scheduled in ten minutes! Please take a rest until then!"0

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Epherene, always seen in her blue robe symbolizing a Debutant and carrying a large backpack she had bought for thirty elne, walked...0