"Hilia, don't ask me about this kind of thing, ask the Holy Master."
Blake was lying on a strangely shaped magic guide device, resembling a chair.
The backrest was covered with dense magic array nodes, each node glowing faintly and emitting a series of muffled explosion sounds.
Hilia stared for a moment before realizing that Blake was getting a massage.
Using light magic explosive impacts on the body to massage? The principal really knows how to enjoy himself.
Hilia thought.
"Principal, do you really disagree?"
Blake squinted his eyes, enjoying the blasts of magic on his back, and waved his hand: "No, I don't want to be chased and hammered by the Holy Master again."
"Alright then." Hilia left disappointed, muttering: "It seems I'll have to play the disappearing act."
Blake jumped up from the chair, "Wait a minute, what are you planning?!"
