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Lemon content.
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Upon entering Mary's room, I couldn't help but notice how it was practically identical to mine. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. There was a bed pushed against the wall, a shelf with a few books and scrolls, a desk with a single chair, and a small bathroom at the back. The room was simple and functional, just like any other apprentice's room in the tower.
Mary rushed to the chair and turned to face me, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. She patted the surface of the desk a few times, indicating the spot beside her. "Come, sit here. You can teach me. Remember, we still have two hours."
I smiled at her, crossing my arms as I remained standing. "I will teach you, Mary. And I promise you'll learn. But I'll do it my way. Just like you agreed, right?"
She blinked, clearly puzzled by the tone of my words, but eventually smiled and nodded. "Alright, professor. Teach me your way."
