Ophidia squinted her eyes, pondering silently, unable to stop the slight twitch of her lips.
Once this thought emerged, it grew wildly like vines, connecting many seemingly coincidental events from the past.
The Archbishop's every "temper" with Herbert, every seemingly dangerous "test," every subsequent "guidance" and "resource tilt," seemed to have deep significance.
Looking back now, it all seemed like preparing the core components for some enormous project in advance, or rather, like nurturing someone capable of taking over a mess... a successor?
No, why is there such eagerness and action only in matters like this!
She lowered her head, gazing with some pity at the young man lost in thought resting on her tail, couldn't help but gently stroke his white hair with affection, sighing softly to herself.
Poor guy, probably still doesn't know what he'll face in the future, right?
Such a naive appearance, clearly unaware of what future awaits him.
"Hmm?"
