In the blink of an eye, the next day had arrived, early morning.
In the courtyard where Richard lived.
Pandora had appeared in the yard early in the morning, seated on her designated little wooden stool in the corner, biting on a quill, frowning as she worked on the problems on the Papyrus Scroll—a whole new set of problems.
Yesterday, she relied on her Prediction Ability to do the problems, and, unsurprisingly, Richard had figured it out. So he changed all the problem types to calculation problems that couldn't be shortcutted.
At the moment, Pandora looked at the many numbers and arithmetic symbols on the scroll, feeling a headache coming on, extremely distressed: there were so many problems, and they were all so hard, who could help her?
Thinking these thoughts, Pandora gazed resentfully towards Richard on the side.
Richard spoke out to educate her, "Do the problems properly, no scribbling allowed!"
Pandora: "..." grew even more resentful.
