He pointed again to a distant tower, "Yuktreshil, the foundation of the Etheric Academy, their sorcerer tower, their alchemical fortress. They all have stood in the Imperial City for four hundred and sixty-nine years."
"Yet these four hundred and sixty-nine years, nothing has changed."
Ravenna's heart began to beat faster.
She had more than once doubted Ansel's motives for becoming her pen pal, then personally seeking her out, and now becoming her friend.
She considered herself a genius, but she also understood very clearly that she, at least the current her, was not worth the future Hydral's investment.
The most likely reason was to make her his pact head, but Ansel had already refused the pact head matter, for a vague and unclear reason.
What does he really want? After spending so much time with Ansel, Ravenna still didn't understand.