Allen returned to Deepblue Abode, Unit E-071.
He closed the door, and the world fell silent.
He took off his Wizard Robe and hung it on the coat rack, then brewed himself a cup of "Golden Remembrance Tea." He walked over to the curved, floor-to-ceiling window and quietly watched the phosphorescent glow stirred up by the giant deep-sea beasts outside.
He didn't rush to start work.
Threads of thought fanned out like a spider's web, connecting all his memories related to "teaching," from his apprentice days to the present.
The first class at the Seven Towers Alliance, with those eager yet timid eyes in the audience; the mutual aid groups, where low-level apprentices failed their casting or even suffered backlash due to a tiny deviation in a Rune; and the battlefield, where Wizards fell for all sorts of reasons.
"Educational Golem," Allen murmured, mulling over the two words.
The emphasis wasn't just on "Golem," but on "Educational."
