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Chapter 296: Is Lanchi Doing Well in the Protoss Empire?
Chapter 296: Is Lanchi Doing Well in the Protoss Empire?
The Ice Snow Witch and Hiberlian sat side by side on a sofa in the middle of the grand hall.
A simple yet exquisite dinner was laid out on the coffee table before them. Most of the dishes were soft and fluffy pastries made from Gedaria's specialty wheat flour and snow cream, emitting a faint floral fragrance with just a gentle press. The snowy exterior was sprinkled with frosted fruit sugar, resembling sparkling snowflakes, each one gleaming temptingly.
Before long, the teacher and student finished their dinner.
"Go and get some rest. There will be more lessons for you tomorrow," the Ice Snow Witch said with a smile.
"Okay, teacher. You rest early too," Hiberlian replied, bidding her teacher farewell before rising to bow once more and heading toward the exit of the grand hall.
During this period, Hiberlian had been spending her days with the Ice Snow Witch, sometimes undergoing special training and sometimes assisting her teacher with church affairs like a secretary. In the month that had passed, she had become quite familiar with the royal capital of Gedaria.
In her letter to Dean Lorren, the Ice Snow Witch had mentioned Hiberlian's presence with her and her speculation that Lanchi, her other student, had likely traveled alone to the Protoss Empire. However, with the long sea route, it would take some time for the secret church letter to reach Dean Lorren in the southern continent of Icelyte.
As Hiberlian exited the grand hall and closed the heavy stone door behind her, her mind was still immersed in the insights she had gained from the day's training. Her footsteps were deep and slow as she walked down the corridor of the temple.
The soft lighting illuminated the ancient stone walls, and each stone pillar exuded an air of sacred dignity.
"Miss Almythe gives off the aura of a mature and composed adult as well," Hiberlian mused to herself.
Before coming to the Northern Continent and even after her arrival, there had always been someone looking after her.
Although the Ice Snow Witch and Tata both gave off a cold and distant impression, spending time with them revealed a gentler side.
Of course, there were significant differences between the two women.
The Ice Snow Witch was gentle with everyone, but she tended to minimize interaction with those she was not familiar with.
Tata, on the other hand, was only kind to Hiberlian.
There was something Hiberlian couldn't quite understand.
Why did the care and concern of these two mature women evoke such different feelings in her?
The Ice Snow Witch inspired respect as a teacher, while Tata made her feel like a mother's embrace.
The more she compared them, the more evident this disparity became. What were the subtle details that led to this difference in perception?
Regardless, Hiberlian found herself missing Tata.
She decided that she would finish her task quickly and then return with Lanchi to be with Tata again. After all, there was no place like home.
Tata was probably busy managing the Boss Cat Restaurant with her senior, Asina, every day. Hiberlian wondered how they were doing back in the royal capital of Icelyte.
As Hiberlian walked down the corridor, her thoughts filled with the important people in her life, she encountered several clergy members.
Each person greeted Hiberlian warmly with a nod or a friendly word.
"Good luck, Hiberlian!" a young female cleric waved and encouraged her.
"Good evening, Miss Hiberlian," said an older clerical staff member gently.
Hiberlian politely responded to each person she met.
Finally, she reached the temple's main entrance.
As night fell, the vast sky was dotted with stars. Hiberlian took a deep breath of the cool evening breeze, turned for one last look at the towering temple, her heart filled with gratitude and determination, and then stepped into the night with a faint smile on her face.
Hiberlian had always been a believer in the Goddess of Fate, and now, as the student of the Holy Maiden of the church, she was about to undertake an important mission for the church.
When Almythe inquired, she readily embraced the opportunity to join the Church of the Goddess of Fate.
Becoming a clergy member required a steadfast faith and undergoing trials, and once inducted, one had to work for the church and fulfill the duties of a clergy member.
Hiberlian had dreamed of becoming a dignified clergy member ever since she was little.
But when she was young, other children often mocked her, saying that a half-demon like her dared to aspire to become a member of the clergy.
This made her cautious and hesitant as she entered the temple in Icelyte, afraid to let others know her true aspirations.
Now, she found herself a member of the Fate Goddess Church's temple in a foreign land.
Of course, the responsibilities she shouldered were also daunting.
The pressure motivated her to work harder.
Additionally, she had gained something else—she could now use divine arts.
However, her low spiritual attribute meant that most of the supportive divine arts she cast, despite her high faith, would not be very effective.
Lanchi, on the other hand, was an extreme contrast. He had high spiritual attributes, but due to his inherent disbelief in the gods, he couldn't utilize divine arts at all.
For Hiberlian, offensive divine arts were her forte, especially those with special effects against evil beings.
Of course, these arts also had a damage bonus against herself, which would cause her excruciating pain.
The first thing she did after learning divine arts was to test them on herself.
After all, she couldn't find any other targets... and it was already remarkable that a half-demon like her could use divine arts at all...
"The Kingdom of Aetherstera is truly wonderful," Hiberlian sighed as she walked along the lush, tree-lined paths of the Forest City.
Even without her identity as a duke's daughter, people knew she was a half-demon and still treated her with respect.
She felt content with her life in this kingdom.
Meanwhile, Lanchi was in the Protoss Empire, a place with a cultural style completely opposite to that of Aetherstera, filled with shadows and a sense of heaviness.
She wondered how he was doing.
...
At the same time, in another part of the world.
In the Protoss Empire, within the imperial capital of Helrom, the night was equally dark and gloomy.
The academy was enveloped in a quiet and lonely atmosphere during the winter evening.
The cluster of buildings constructed from deep gray stone and steel, with their spires and pointed arch windows, stood out solemnly and imposingly in the night, their walls frosted and illuminated by lamplight, resembling deep black jewels.
The clock tower was about to strike seven.
There were only two hours left until the end of the monthly assessment day, which had begun at nine in the morning and would continue for twelve straight hours.
During the last class, any external interference would be halted, and the assessment venue would be publicly broadcast within the school.
Usually, these two hours served as a good learning opportunity for the lower-grade students who weren't participating in the assessment.
Twelve hours was too long, but two hours was just right.
Typically, most third-year students wouldn't pay much attention to the monthly assessment day unless they had a junior they were concerned about. They might glance up occasionally as they passed by.
But today was different.
A large number of upper-grade students had specifically gathered in front of the magic screens in the Central Building, awaiting the public broadcast, surprising the lower-grade students.
"...”
Many figures in the crowd exchanged glances, and without needing to say a word, they knew why the others had come.
There was a new first-year student they all despised and wanted to teach a lesson.
Upon learning that this guy would be participating in the monthly assessment day as a noble-born follower, they immediately put a bounty on Loki McCassy without hesitation.
As more and more people gathered in the plaza in front of the Central Building, they realized that the number of people who had anonymously put a bounty on Loki McCassy was probably in the hundreds!
"This guy really knows how to make enemies," someone commented.
"It doesn't matter. The higher the bounty, the more fun it will be," another voice replied.
"Hehe, he's probably going to face a life-or-death chase," a third person added, a malicious smile on his face.
Murmurs of anticipation filled the air, and some even cackled with glee, eager to witness the brutal fate that awaited the despised student.
(End of Chapter)
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