Luxius didn't mind, smiling and saying, "That was all in the past, or rather, it was because of being caught in the rain back then that I thought of holding an umbrella for my students in the future. But now it seems that the child can hold his own umbrella."
Speaking of this matter, Luxius felt a myriad of emotions, with a hint of loss in his words.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the little Kael had grown to this point.
For those who have already understood the core of Kael's theoretical research, Luxius was sure many people on the scene would personally witness history.
"That's great. Perhaps many years from now, when future generations mention this era, they will smile and tell our descendants—
'At the grand magic feast in Golden City, ninety-five percent of those present couldn't even roughly understand the theories spoken by that person on stage. Yet, they, alongside the Magic Monarchs, became witnesses of a splendid history.'
