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« キャスター » There’s a shrug of the King’s shoulders as he throws open the heavy curtains obscuring the light from outside. He wasn’t a poet, he was just bored. Boredom seems to see him attempt at things a ‘Caster’ might do. It really didn’t suit him, he preferred to just speak of things as they were. Besides, giving her a hint as to how she may want to approach the little magic she was trying to perfect. It was already day and the sunlight was now pouring into the room.
“Take a break, young magus. You’ve confined yourself in here for too long.” Was he showing some form of care towards the Master? Perhaps, or he was simply looking for some entertainment from her. “Come sit with me outside.”