"Also, it seems Lingxiao's magic capacity is pretty large. Not as much as Qiong Xing, but he hasn't shown any signs of exhaustion so far."
On the contrary, he eats well, and when Lian and the others are free, he runs around and plays with them full of energy.
At night, perhaps because he gives up on searching, he sleeps soundly.
"He's copying all the weird parts."
Raon looked displeased, but from Iseul's perspective, it was nothing but something to be happy about.
And yet, that was exactly why he was worried, and also why he did not stop him even when Raon told him to.
"I was never good at controlling my magic. So I just hope this will make things a little easier for Lingxiao."
"…I see."
Having lost his parents and comrades, Iseul had no room left in his heart and had struggled even to control himself.
No one knew how many times he had nearly gone berserk and worrying Raon in the process.
