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Nicholas and Patricia weren't the only ones who were enlightened by the 'spark.'
In his private seclusion area, Cedric's real body could be found sitting comfortably on the floor. One leg was parallel to the floor, while the other was raised and folded up with his arm resting on his knee.
He wore a dazed expression, absentmindedly taking swigs of delicious tea. His golden eyes emitted a soft glow, illuminating the rather dark room he's in. Yet despite this, his gaze was blank. It's like he couldn't see anything around him, his focus being somewhere else.
And this isn't wrong. Cedric wasn't looking at the room he's in. There was nothing to see here anyway.
Instead, he's staring right at the very structure of concept laws unabashedly and shamelessly. He wasn't doing anything big, just observing.
He's taking note of everything that he sees. Most of it eluded his understanding, but it didn't matter; he remembered them all anyway.
