Master Fishermen!

"Logan caressed Isabel gently, his voice soft yet filled with a hint of awe. "Do you realize, Isabel, your mother remains a formidable fifth-order water magician!"

Isabel's delicate features stiffened, disbelief etching her face.

Is that the truth?

Had Logan really said that?

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Isabel's eyes welled up once more, betraying her long-held resentment towards her mother.

Meanwhile, Logan scrutinized the detailed records of Astari, a snakeman at the zenith of fifth-order magic. Despite her mastery over numerous water spells, the system hesitated to classify her as sixth-order.

Without external intervention, Astari's magical journey was likely at its end.

"Your mother, I suspect, was the prodigy of your clan in her youth," Logan chuckled, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room.

Isabel sobbed quietly, her tears confirming her acceptance of Covenus' reasoning.