I trailed behind Professor Olga, passing rows of neatly arranged materials like sealed ink pots, stacks of parchment cards, precision knives, and crystalline conduits. Everything was organized to an almost obsessive degree.
The workstation itself was situated near the center: a broad stone table surrounded by various arcane instruments.
Professor Olga gestured toward it.
"You may begin your preparations. I will observe from here."
Her tone implied 'I will be judging everything you do.'
I set my satchel on the table. My hands were already trembling slightly.
I mean, it would definitely be difficult to concentrate when someone's intense gaze was drilling into the back of your head like a sniper scope.
'Calm down… It's fine. Just focus.'
Pushing aside all unnecessary thoughts, I swept my gaze across the table, identifying each item one by one.
