Bab 80: Covering

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"Siristira, how is your aura covering progressing?"

"It's going well, Father."

Pat.

"Great," gently patted her head, Siristira's father.

However, the Reptilian woman seated on the leather couch before she entertained a different notion. Evidently irritated, her visage betrayed traces of anger.

"When I was your age, I was already at Level 3 and was even mastering fire magic," she slowly stated so while lighting a cigar.

The woman's words noticeably dampened her previously cheerful demeanor. She lowered her head and examined the carpet, at a loss for words. In a fleeting moment, she caught her father casting a glance at her mother, but it was not enough to prompt any action.

"Even your father was similar to me. He reached Level 4 one year after me when he was fifteen years old."

"Rosla…"

"Esnor, am I lying?"

"No, but I think this isn't the time for that."

"Then, when is it? When will that time come?"