The living room was bathed in the soft golden-orange light of the afternoon sun, which added a profound hue to the entire wooden cabin room through the windows.
A gentle breeze slightly moved the curtains, bringing in the fresh air from outside along with the faint scent of summer flowers, constantly flipping the pages of books.
The subtle sound of turning pages had become very clear at this moment.
It was a while before anyone spoke.
"Is that professor of yours telling the truth?"
Talia watched Lanci with an even tone.
She had never heard such a claim back in the Demon World.
Of course, the card making approach of the Demon Race was completely different from that of modern human cardmaking techniques.
"I don't know either."
Lanci shook his head.
Although Professor Bolao sometimes liked to play pranks, as one of the exceptionally reliable seniors at Ichrite Academy, it was essentially him propping up the school, and he had never played Lanci for a fool before.