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"Our great ancestor, the Venerable of our race, has created many arts! Here, I was going to give you this another day, one day we could be together, but I suppose… if you were that desperate, you should've just said so," Blank said while holding out a carefully prepared scroll.
"Huh?" Elayne was clearly surprised. "Wow, thank you Blank!"
Mark was left completely speechless. He possessed neither such amazing intelligence nor any refined methods that could teach Elayne something truly valuable. Meanwhile the White Ghost had both the knowledge and the power to help her grow far beyond her current level all on his own…
Naturally, he felt frustrated and deeply disappointed in himself. Ignias noticed his soul flickering unsteadily and quickly floated to his side.
"Master, what's wrong? Don't be discouraged! That idiot white ghost doesn't compare to your flames!" Ignias insisted, trying to cheer up Mark.
