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Chapter 279: Lanchi, the Favored One, Has It Easy
Chapter 279: Lanchi, the Favored One, Has It Easy
The rising sun bathed the cobblestone houses that lined the streets in a soft amber glow. The scent of breakfast wafted from a mansion on one side of the street, mingling with the crisp morning air.
This was Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Lanchi sat on a swing in the garden, his half-lidded eyes still carrying a hint of sleepiness. He held some unprocessed grains in his hand, feeding the birds that had gathered around him.
Since his arrival, quite a few campus critters had found their way to him.
In a distant mansion, Zestila stood quietly by the window, watching the scene in the courtyard as the little animals gathered, as if they had always longed to be by his side.
"Is Teacher really human?" Zestila wondered aloud, confused.
Not only her, but even the animals could sense his pure benevolence.
Since last Sunday evening, her teacher, Rocky McCarthy, had temporarily moved from the hotel to the academy.
The accommodation area was divided into dormitories and private residences, either apartments or small villas.
Ordinary students lived in the apartment dormitories.
The nobility, however, almost always had their own small mansions, and one's accommodation usually indicated one's status.
Additionally, the small mansions of the nobility came with their own courtyards, and within these courtyards were auxiliary unit rooms—fully functional apartments provided for attendants.
Viscount Francis had registered a private residence for Zestila in advance, and the fees had already been prepaid along with her tuition.
And so.
It wasn't until Zestila saw that Lanchi had almost finished feeding the grains that she finally opened the door and walked up to him in the garden.
As she approached, the little birds scattered in fright.
Perhaps they were intimidated by her presence as a magic dragon.
"Sorry, I scared them away," Zestila said in her usual toneless manner.
"But you mean them no harm; they just don't know you yet, do they?" Lanchi said, smiling as he looked up.
"..."
Zestila hesitated for a moment.
"Perhaps."
Her teacher always had a unique perspective on things.
Although nothing would change and she would still be enveloped by clear malice every day, communicating with her teacher always made her feel lighter.
Zestila had been about to remind Lanchi to be cautious even within the safe areas of the school, as some upper-class noble students could be trouble.
But she decided against it, knowing that Lanchi was always prudent and didn't need her reminders.
Preparatory students and first-year students were required to participate in the monthly assessment day.
Second- and third-year students had the option to participate, but only if they entered classrooms with a difficulty level of two or higher.
However, during each monthly assessment day, there would be second- and third-year students occupying the highest positions as chief students. Like the professors, they could observe the ongoing assessments from the backend.
They had various permissions to influence and interfere with the ongoing assessments from outside the field, or they could spend their own points to sponsor lower-year students they favored.
These authorized individuals were like judges, and correspondingly, they would also receive high returns if they backed the right leader.
Thus, it was also a behind-the-scenes game for them.
Or rather, that game of bets and manipulation was the high-end game of the monthly assessment day itself.
The monthly assessment day fell on a Wednesday.
Today was Monday, so it was still relatively calm.
"Then, Teacher, I'll see you in the afternoon." Zestila said, looking at Lanchi.
Zestila watched as Lanchi got up from the garden, clapped his hands, and seemed ready to head towards the school building area.
If Lanchi wanted to pass the time, he would also sit in on some interesting upper-level courses.
"Well, there's Associate Professor Cid's history class this morning, so I'll go and listen in," Lanchi said with a sideways glance and a smile, dispelling the morning drowsiness.
...
Half an hour later.
The history teaching building of Protoss Royal Magic Academy was situated amidst a vast expanse of greenery, resembling an ancient castle nestled in the woods. It was surrounded by layers of stone walls entwined with creeping vines and vibrant flowers, and its towering spires reached high into the clouds, bearing the imperial crest.
A young man with brown hair that gently swayed in the breeze, dressed in a white shirt, a deep brown vest, and black trousers, strode into this very building.
Stepping through the massive doors, the interior exuded an air of solemnity and antiquity. The marble floors reflected the light streaming in from the tall glass windows, and the corridors were adorned with ancient portraits and historical tomes.
Lanchi walked along the corridor, passing by several closed classroom doors before finding the one for his history class.
He scanned the room and spotted a well-lit seat at the back, making his way over to place the ancient tome he had borrowed from the library on the desk before sitting down.
The history class Zestila had chosen was an easy course for preparatory students, the type where one could get by with minimal effort.
Meanwhile, Lanchi had come to audit a history class for second and third-year students.
However, since arriving at the school, he hadn't seen Cid and had no idea what year she was in or where she might be.
As he pondered, imperial students started filing into the classroom, their faces unfamiliar to Lanchi. He quietly leaned back in his chair and continued reading his book, awaiting the start of the lesson.
Even when someone took a seat not too far from him, Lanchi remained unperturbed.
Without looking, he knew it wasn't Cid.
For Cid carried with her a subtle scent of rum, a fragrance that enveloped those under her protection.
However.
The person sitting not far from Lanchi seemed to be observing him intentionally or otherwise.
This finally made Lanchi feel a little uneasy, and he lowered his book.
The other person's clothing suggested they were a third-year student, and they exuded a powerful physical combat profession aura that was no less intimidating than Fred's.
They must be one of the top students in this school.
After all, within the student body, the sixth tier was the highest one could attain.
"Do I know you?" Lanchi asked, confused.
He was certain he had never seen such a powerful, dignified, and haughty upperclassman before, and the name "Gloria" on her chest plaque was unfamiliar to him.
"Why did Lady Cid choose you..." Gloria muttered, her brow furrowed as she scrutinized Lanchi.
Her words were filled with resentment and bewilderment.
She admitted that she wasn't as good as the previous Holy Daughter of Dominance, and she hadn't harbored any hopes that Lady Sigrid would choose her as the new Holy Daughter of Dominance one day.
But she never imagined that when the time came for the Bishop of Dominance to select a new disciple, it would be a Saint Son who had explicitly stated that he wasn't interested!
She had thought that the exceptional Holy Son of Dominance, chosen despite breaking with tradition, would be a man of extraordinary strength, exuding a hint of cold cruelty and profound aggressiveness in his eyes, with an air of overwhelming arrogance and contempt for the world. Only then would he be worthy of being the successor of the Bishop of Dominance.
But she never expected...
How could Lady Sigrid have made such a mistake, choosing a Saint Son so weak and so utterly incompatible with their Dominance branch?!
(End of Chapter)
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