Don't Take Away My Human Record Chapter 211: Lanchi is Just Too Naive - Novel Cool

Chapter 211: Lanchi is Just Too Naive

Chapter 211: Lanchi is Just Too Naive

On a Saturday morning at the Academy of Ikelite, within the ancient tower library, one of the signature buildings of the Sage's Court, numerous students were still entering and exiting in groups, even during the weekend.

The interior of this colossal structure was a sight to behold, adorned with exquisite murals, intricate mosaics, and meticulous carvings. Looming stone pillars at the entrance supported a grand temple-like edifice, and along the corridors were statues of eleven benevolent deities.

Two figures strolled through this corridor towards the central hall of the library.

"Are you still upset that Sophia didn't come, Your Highness Enol?" asked the girl with light-colored hair. Her bright eyes sparkled with unique green irises, like pristine springs in a deep forest, reflecting innocence and purity.

"No... I'm just puzzled and confused," Enol replied, his face betraying a hint of worry despite his attempts to hide it.

Dean Loran had arranged to meet them at ten o'clock that morning in the inner area of the ancient tower library.

Enol didn't want his mood to affect Karen. According to Professor Bolao's request, his task was to take care of their foreign magical artisan guest, Sophia, and ensure she had a pleasant and satisfying stay at Ikelite for the next two weeks.

"Your Highness Enol, sometimes you need to be more considerate of Sophia's feelings. It's fine for me to endure some hardships. You should favor her more," Karen said lightly, her gait graceful as she walked. Her smile exuded both confidence and resilience.

Many upperclassmen often commented that she must have been an exceptionally sensible and heart-wrenching child since she was little.

"That's out of the question," Enol stated firmly. "As the prince of the Kingdom of Horton, I cannot allow our foreign guest to be treated unfairly here."

Whenever he thought of this, he remembered his dearest friend. He felt that his friend would have done the same; his friend was open and generous, always selfless and admirable.

"Hehe," Karen smiled, as if she found joy in every little thing life had to offer.

Her favorite pastime was breaking up seemingly affectionate couples. To her, love was a game of deception, whether it was deceiving oneself or others. All expectations of love stemmed from fantasy.

And that fantasy had shattered long ago when she was very young.

Given a few more days, she believed she could completely captivate this prince. This was one of the greatest delights she had found during her academic visit.

As the two chatted amicably, the light ahead grew brighter, and they finally stepped into the central reading hall.

Their eyes were immediately drawn to the majestic domed ceiling that soared to a height of twenty-four meters. It was adorned with alternating patterns of deep gold and sky blue, resembling a dance of stars in the night sky and the dawn's first light. At the center of the dome, a massive mirror reflected everything within the hall.

The interior had been converted from the original Horton Kingdom's parliament building, and the entire solemn circular hall had a structure that resembled a courtroom or a council chamber, with concentric circles of tables radiating out from the very center.

Inside the hall, dozens of arc-shaped tables made of peach wood were neatly arranged on the hard marble floor. Each table was adorned with a verdant green lamp, spaced just right to create a sense of layering without appearing crowded.

Along the perimeter of the hall stood towering wooden bookshelves encased in glass, housing approximately eighty-five thousand books in perfect order. Above the shelves, golden plaques denoted the categories of books, ranging from "History" to "Arts," and from "Magical Texts" to "Ecology and Nature."

"That central area over there looks like a lecture hall or a theater. It's usually not open to the public and is only used for events like public academic lectures or press releases. During large gatherings, those dozens of tables are filled with various guests," Enol explained to Karen as he pointed into the distance.

Typically, the central area of this library was most frequently used for semi-public projects like the "Observation of the Primal Tablets."

Whenever a student successfully passed Dean Loran's test, they would be assigned to this area, and interested students and scholars from the Magic Tower might come to observe.

Beyond the foundational layer that encircled the central area, the upper levels of the library resembled the balconies of a grand theater, curving in semi-circles. From up there, one could not only overlook the entire central hall of the foundation level but also sense the knowledge and historical aura emanating from all directions.

"I see," Karen said, glancing at the distant clock tower. They were about half an hour early for their appointment with Dean Loran.

The dean's official duties kept him extremely busy, and this meeting had been squeezed into his tight schedule, so it was unlikely that he would arrive this early.

However, as Enol and Karen continued toward the center of the central hall, they noticed a dignified figure standing there like a piece on a chessboard.

Cardinal Lanchi was impeccably dressed, the fine grid pattern on his collar and tie complementing his dark outer garment perfectly. His gentle gaze exuded profound wisdom as he smiled at those entering the hall.

"Your Highness Enol, Miss Karen, you've arrived."

Lanchi's movements, from the slight nod of his head to his slow stride, exuded an innate leader's aura. Within this hall of knowledge, he resembled a true mentor, awaiting eager students to whom he would offer the best guidance and counsel.

Karen was momentarily transfixed, and had she not met Dean Loran before, she would have mistaken this young man for the highest leader of the Sage's Court.

"Lanchi, I heard you've been busy lately with your return from the Shadow World, so I didn't come looking for you. I didn't expect to see you so soon."

Enol, who had been feeling a bit perturbed earlier in the day, instantly forgot his troubles upon seeing Lanchi and hurried towards him with delight.

"Your Highness Enol, Miss Karen, this time it was supposed to be Miss Karen observing the Primal Tablets alone. However, considering Dean Loran's busy schedule in the coming days, I agreed to his request to save him the trouble of arranging another time for me."

Lanchi bowed slightly to Enol, who was approaching him.

"So, Your Highness Enol and Lanchi are acquainted?"

Karen, walking alongside Enol, was puzzled and slightly surprised. She looked up at Enol, curious about this new revelation.

Earlier, when she had met with Dean Loran to receive her task, he had mentioned that due to his packed schedule, she might be joining a group of Ikelite Academy students for the observation, and she had agreed, understanding and grateful for the arrangement.

While the Sage's Court and the Magic Craftsman Court shared some similarities in their advanced magic courses, there were also a few students in the Sage's Court who excelled in magical engineering.

But even Karen was surprised to learn that the student whose place she was taking was none other than Lanchi, the senior whom Adams, a third-year student at the Royal Academy of Alolan, considered his rival.

It was said that this young man had defeated the Holy Maiden of Destruction from the Church of Resurrection.

And when faced with Adams' challenge, he hadn't bothered with winning or losing, easily letting Adams secure the victory—a gesture as magnanimous as Dean Loran's, as if he didn't consider Adams a true rival.

"Yes, my dearest friend Lanchi, the top student in the first year of the Sage's Court."

Enol proudly introduced Lanchi to Karen.

Karen might not be very familiar with Lanchi, as she had mostly kept to the Magic Craftsman Court and the Church of the Goddess of Fate since arriving at Ikelite Academy, showing little interest in the Sage's Court or the Knight's Court. It seemed that she had grown weary of the combat-oriented atmosphere of the Royal Academy of Alolan, where fighting was the primary focus.

Enol had wanted to boast about his dear friend several times but had restrained himself.

Professor Bolao had instructed them not to publicize the fact that Lanchi had become a quasi-platinum card maker just a week ago until he passed the crucial step of the platinum-level audit. This was to avoid attracting unnecessary external obstacles, and Enol respected Lanchi's wishes by keeping quiet about it.

"It's nice to meet you, Lanchi. I apologize for any trouble Adam has caused you."

Karen turned to Lanchi and greeted him politely.

She wasn't particularly interested in the disputes between these combat-oriented students; in her opinion, they were rather foolish. After all, why bother with such things when one could simply worship her?

"Not at all," Lanchi replied sincerely. "If Adam has a request, it is my responsibility and duty to fulfill it to the best of my ability."

"As expected of Dean Loran's outstanding student," Karen remarked. "I'm sure he also feels gratified by the concessions you've made for him."

In just a brief moment of interaction, Karen had assessed Lanchi.

His aura and sincerity seemed genuine, indicating a person who was true to his word.

Having another person present wouldn't be a problem today; it wouldn't hinder her from continuing to control Enol.

"Your Highness Enol..."

Just as Karen was about to continue her conversation with Enol, she found herself ignored as Enol had already linked arms with Lanchi, seemingly forgetting about her as they delved into an endless stream of conversation.

"..."

This turn of events left Karen feeling extremely awkward.

How was it that her charm seemed to pale in comparison to that of a man?!

Enol hadn't shown even a tenth of this level of fascination towards Sophia!

Lanchi gave Karen a helpless smile, his expression conveying both resignation and a hint of amusement at the situation.

At that moment, he felt the same as he had back at the Card Maker's Association.

Karen subconsciously clenched her half-closed fist.

She couldn't tell if Lanchi's smile was one of genuine exasperation towards the prince or if it held a hint of ridicule!

It was as if he were telling her—

You will never be as close to the prince as I am.

(End of Chapter)

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