Anyway, Fight On with Maternal Love, Master

Chapter 137

It had already been over ten minutes since Cassian left the laboratory.

All that remained in the vacated spot was a neatly emptied teacup and a settled silence.

Iris had already lowered her eyes from the book and was quietly staring at the spot where her student had been sitting.

Her red eyes, usually sharp with scholarly fervor, now shimmered with a faint melancholy like mist hovering over water.

'I want to be of help.'

She unconsciously clasped both hands together.

A genius mage who saw through the principles of magic and pursued the truth.

She was the youngest archmage ever appointed a professor in the Academy's history, and she had never failed to produce an answer before any abstruse formula or magical problem.

Yet at this very moment, all that vaunted knowledge and magical power of hers felt utterly useless...