(Wait...…)
His expression froze for a fraction of a second, the earlier confidence draining just enough to expose the problem underneath.
(What am I supposed to give her then…? (°ロ°;;;)...)
His eyes flickered back to the shelves, scanning again— faster now, more chaotic, the neat filtering from before slipping just slightly as uncertainty crept in. Magic books, yes. But ranged. Clean. Efficient. Something that matched her… without being useless.
Behind him, Aeloria was still there.
Still holding his wrist.
Still watching.
And somehow, that made it harder to think.
(Not close range… not basic… not trash… not something slow… please… something overpowered or five star! )
His gaze darted from title to title, the stars flashing in and out of focus.
[Wind Cutter — ✧✧]
[Elegant Casting Techniques — ✧✧✧]
[Long-Range Mana Threads — ✧✧✧]
"Hmm."
None of them clicked on him.
Not quite.
