"There's no need for such trouble, I actually came here to take a look at the two witchcraft models Iris left behind."
When Aaron uttered these words, Aili's expression changed.
"Ano, take your sister out to play."
She hurried the two children out of the house, then closed the door, and looked at Aaron: "Uncle Zorro... you... "
Aaron raised his hand.
A faint blood-red hue gathered in the palm of his hand: "Yes... After a long period of relentless effort, I have become a Junior Sorcerer Apprentice."
"This is... unbelievable. The teacher said you had no talent."
Aili murmured, suddenly thinking of herself.
Even though advancing to an Intermediate Apprentice was difficult, after getting married, especially in the recent years when Aaron immersed himself in meditation and did not pay much attention to her, she had grown slack.
And now, Aaron had caught up with her progress!
"Perhaps... you had a hidden talent, but the teacher didn't discover it... Teacher..."