"So you're planning to just hand over a well-trained student to me like this?"
Lady Allen raised an eyebrow, with a hint of teasing in her tone: "That's quite a bargain for me; I can just enjoy the fruits of your labor."
Lilia was evidently confused by this statement, looking uncertainly at the two of them.
She didn't understand why the conversation suddenly involved her again, nor did she dare to interject.
"I know this is somewhat abrupt."
Ron said softly, "But I believe, madam, you can provide her with more appropriate guidance than I can."
Lady Allen gave a soft hum, her gaze shifting to Lilia, and in those deep green eyes, there appeared a rare trace of gentleness:
"To be honest, I've grown quite fond of this little girl. She knows what tea I like, remembers all my eccentricities, and understands to stay quiet when I'm in a bad mood."
She reached out to tidy Lilia's stray strands of hair, her actions tinged with an imperceptible touch of pity:
