—Of course, I can train someone who currently has an available training slot. After all, I'm not some kind of villain.

The cats fall silent. Apparently, none of them knew about any secret or alternative paths.
- I think you're asking too much of them... - Chernika scratches one of the cats behind the ear. - Look at these bright faces. Look at these faces, unburdened by self-awareness. Do you sense dignity, honor, ancestral memory in them? I don't think they've lost themselves long ago. Yes, fluffy one? Ututututu, - he continues to scratch him behind the ear, somewhat mockingly. - Maybe the cheese-makers and fire-mages were right, utututu... Our little boy turned out to be unable to break their spell, right? His grandmother and grandfather would be turning in their graves... Isn't that what they would have wanted to see... But what can you do, the boy ate some cheese, and that's where his line ended, right? Even if he once knew something, what can he remember now? Utututu...