A week later, in the library of the Elizabeth Academy of Magic, Lyra, dressed in a skirt, followed Astrid through the bookshelves, her clear eyes occasionally glancing at the latter.
Since enrolling in the academy, Lyra had rarely visited the library to read.
On one hand, her academic workload was heavy, requiring a lot of time to understand and master.
On the other hand, she had previously received a library card from Astrid and had borrowed many magic-related books from the Royal Library, so her theoretical knowledge wasn't too weak, and she didn't feel an urgent need to supplement it.
The gray-blue floor tiles reflect the shadows of people, and above them were exquisitely decorated glass lamps.
Compared to the sweltering temperatures outside in May and June, the interior of the library was cool and clean.
Even if one did nothing but stand there and smell the scent of books, it could bring a sense of comfort and relaxation to the soul.
