We approached the house, and Alesia opened the door without hesitation or knocking.
The inside of this temple-like house was dark, unlike the bright outside area. There was almost no light at all, save for the candlelight sitting in front of a wrinkly old elf sitting on a small podium with his legs crossed.
His long hair reached the floor, and he closed his eyes, constantly concentrating on using the skill.
"Elder."
Alesia called out to him, but he displayed no reaction whatsoever. His concentration was impressive, gained over the years of constantly using <Sunflash> magic.
If I were to use <Appraisal> on him, I had no doubt he at least had Lv 6 or even Lv 7 <Concentration> passive skill.
The headmistress didn't seem to mind about not being heard. She just walked toward him and pointed her finger, creating a small lightning arrow on the tip.
That… Wasn't it dangerous?
"Head–"
"<Lightning Bolt>"