Chapter 620
Despite all the time we’d spent together, Harriet’s chronic blushing, a signature trait of hers, remained uncured.
But honestly, that was part of her charm.
With her cheeks still flushed, Harriet had eagerly dragged me to her lab in Rajak.
Every time I stepped into the lab, a wave of guilt washed over me. I couldn’t help but think of the massive research facility beneath the magic department of the Temple’s university. We once had access to such grand resources that could be directed into a single project.
In contrast, Harriet’s personal lab seemed modest at first glance, lacking any impressive equipment. Yet Harriet had either crafted what she needed herself or collaborated with the Senate’s Vampire Lords to create them together.
I knew it was pointless to wonder what Harriet might have accomplished with the Temple’s extensive resources, but the thought lingered every time I saw her lab.
There was no need to go as far as the Temple’s university research lab. The magical research facilities in Rajak couldn’t hold a candle to the Magic Research Club clubhouse from our days in the Temple. That lab had been fit for a mage professor.
‘Poor Thick-Skull...’
It was like watching a wealthy man’s daughter, who had fallen for the wrong guy, trying to mend her socks despite having everything she needed.
In reality, she was a princess.
Seeing her make do with what she had made me realize now and then that Harriet was actually quite resourceful.
She had the greatest magical talent in history, but had met a man who couldn’t support her, preventing her from fully showcasing her abilities.