On the third day after the Protective Talisman incident, Lira sought out Ron of her own accord.
The changes in this Three-eyed Race half-blood girl surprised even herself.
"Master, I've discovered that my third eye... seems to have undergone some wondrous transformation."
She excitedly reported her latest findings to Ron:
"Previously, I could only perceive the emotional fluctuations of the present, but now, I can 'see' deeper things."
"Such as?" Ron put down the lesson plan in his hands and looked at her intently.
"Such as this table."
Lira pointed to the oak desk in front of Ron, and the third eye on her forehead slowly opened:
"I can see the craftsman's focus while polishing it, feel the pain of the wood being chopped, and even perceive every spring, summer, autumn, and winter the tree experienced during its growth."
Her voice carried a tremor that was almost reverent:
"These are 'traces of history,' aren't they? Just as you mentioned before."
Ron's heart stirred.
