The silver-haired girl curved her beautiful brows and eyes: "Mmm~... It's quite nice to think that way. Consider it the loneliness of an old person like me. I haven't had any descendants, and watching a good child like you come through such hardships, perhaps I simply couldn't resist the urge to pamper you a bit."
After saying that, she beckoned with a smile, her voice exceptionally pleasant: "Come here and squat down, let me stroke your head~"
Once a stranger, now familiar friends.
Seeing the little teacher's usual gesture, Leon helplessly moved closer, squatted down obediently, and presented his head.
His burly stature, being patted on the head by the young-looking Lola like smoothing fur, indeed felt shameful to behold.
Luckily, there was no one else in the Mage Tower to witness... Let his little granny indulge in playing the mentor... Leon closed his eyes, it was quite comfortable anyway.
Touching that smooth black hair, her fingers gently felt the reality of its texture.
