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    Before the guests could voice their astonishment, Magnus suddenly bent at the waist in a deep bow, his voice brimming with excitement. “Please ept me as your student.”


    The sudden gesture stunned the guests into silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. Magnus, a man of such towering reputation and authority, was bowing before Christina, a young woman, in public! And wasn’t it still uncertain whether she had truly restored the Half-Faced Warrior? His smooth, unhesitating bow seemed impulsive, yet it radiated profound respect and admiration. The question lingering in every mind was whether Christina truly deserved such reverence.


    “Mr. Cruz, please straighten up,” Christina said quickly, startled, as she stepped forward to help him. “I’m not worthy of such an honor from you.”


    The fact that a man of his stature lowering himself before her could only invite whispers and criticism wasn’t lost on her.


    “Of course, you are worthy!” Magnus dered, his voice firm as he remained bent. “Your restoration skills are nothing short of extraordinary—I daresay they’ve reached a near-transcendent realm. I admire them deeply, and you deserve this bow.”


    He remained motionless, deeply moved. “If you will not take me as your student, then I shall remain bowing.”


    His expression was almost pitiable, casting aside all pride in pursuit of his goal. It was such a rare opportunity. If sacrificing his dignity could secure it, then so be it.


    “Please straighten up.” Seeing his unyielding posture, Christina finally relented.


    “Very well. I’ll take you as my student.”


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    The once-dignified elder, whose very gaze couldmand a room, now appeared as a delighted child. He carried equal parts pride and satisfaction, as though he had discovered a rare treasure and now basked in its glow.


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    Yet, among the guests, suspicion lingered. Some whispered inwardly, wondering if age had clouded Magnus’s judgment. How could he trust Christina’s words so easily?


    The guests remained skeptical of Christina’s capabilities, unwilling to believe that a woman of her young age could possess such mastery. Even with Magnus pleading to be her apprentice, they dismissed it as sentiment over reason. Magnus had spent his entire life in the meticulous world of artifact conservation. For Christina to surpass him seemed impossible.


    Still, while their faces betrayed clear dissatisfaction, their skepticism never escaped their lips. To voice it aloud would not only offend Magnus, but also the Scott family—and that was a mistake none of them were willing to make.


    Dn, everposed, allowed the faintest curve of a smile to touch his lips. Deep in his eyes shimmered quiet pride. The woman he admired was exceptional beyond measure. He wondered just how many more wonders Christina had yet to reveal.


    In Dn’s eyes, Christina became increasingly captivating—a figure of mystery, her allure threaded with something intangible that drew him in. Yet, beneath the admiration, a subtle unease stirred—a fear that someone else might im her heart before he could. A sharp glint flickered in his gaze, carrying the unmistakable weight of possessiveness.


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