Mary looked at her mentor nervously, not really wanting to know the meaning behind the sudden remark.
She feared her mentor—almost to the point of terror—if given a choice, she would rather have never shown any magical talent or climbed into the Ownerless Tower out of curiosity ten years ago and met the mentor who had just moved in. Now she was a second-ranked formal mage, and according to her mentor, "might reach middle-ranked within her lifetime," but in Mary's view, becoming a second-ranked mage was nothing glorious, and she would rather be an ignorant village woman in a mountain village.
At least, a village woman wouldn't have to dissect countless animals, cultivate deformed monstrosities, learn how to connect human brains to non-human monsters, or endure the pressure from her mentor's deranged mental state.
