Louis looked at the little swan and couldn't help but show a smug smile:
"Olivia, I don't need to study magic anymore; I can use spiritual magic now."
Indeed.
Though spiritual warlocks are also called warlocks,
from a professional standpoint, compared to the spiritual scholar belonging to the same field, it resembles more closely a spiritual version of a mage.
Louis used to envy the little swan to death.
Of course, I'm not talking about the little swan's body.
A plain little swan can't live up to such praise; a black swan comes close.
He couldn't help but recall the previous black swan who pinned him to the bed, and his gaze inadvertently wandered around the little swan.
Upon careful thought, the little swan has potential. Now, with the curse lifted, there's still room for growth.
The little swan keenly noticed Louis's scrutinizing gaze.
Her petite nose twitched.
For some reason, the look from this heartbreaker felt odd.
Maybe a tad more perverse than usual.
