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"Hmm," a smile appeared on Atticus' face, an action that baffled Ismara.

"I don't recall saying anything funny, Atticus Ravenstein. Why are you smiling?"

Atticus shook his head, still calm. He had been thinking about the possibilities of bonding with Ozeroth.

"Ah, I apologize. I zoned out for a bit."

"Your apology is accepted. Anyway—"

"I apologize once more, but I think I'll still bond with Ozeroth," Atticus interrupted.

Ismara froze, utterly shocked. She wasn't the only one, Seraphina's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ismara turned to Seraphina. "Seraphina, is intellectual impairment a dominant trait of your race, or is this child simply slow?"

"Sweetie…" Seraphina muttered, looking worriedly at Atticus.

Despite their reactions, Atticus maintained his calm demeanor, the smile on his face not changing.

"I heard everything you said, and I understand it all," he said.

"Then—"