Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 219 - 208 Lanci is now very kind-hearted_1

Deep within Ichrite Academy, near the garden of the Magic Engineering College, there stood a grandiose building exhibiting resplendent traces of Gothic Revival architecture. The red brick facade bore evidence of the passing time, with history settling within like dust.

"Lanci, did you hear about it?"

"What?"

Like always, Lanci and Hyperion chit-chatted as they moved into the old literature building of the Magic Engineering College, a building they were quite familiar with.

"You didn’t come to Sage Academy in the last two days, so you don’t know yet. The students are saying that Dean Loren and Knight Juliana are frequently contacting each other these days. It is said that today when Dean Loren was in class, Knight Juliana contacted him again. Apparently, she is planning to visit Ichrite Academy to meet Loren personally. Dean Loren, scared to death, immediately reassured her that he would not permit any accidents to befall the students of the Arolan Royal Academy Academic Visiting Team. Only then did Knight Juliana temporarily cancel her trip to Hutton Kingdom."

"Dean Loren answered a communication magic while teaching, doesn’t that merit a cut in salary?"

"Where exactly are you focusing..."

The two then reached the research workshop of Professor Bolao on the second floor. Surrounded by the faint humming of machinery and artisan’s whispers as they immersed themselves in work, they spotted a familiar figure descending the stairs around a corner.

"Lanci, Hyperion."

Frey, with his half-raised shades, still exuded an unruly aura. He quickly approached them and greeted them.

Ever since they returned from the Shadow World, the three of them had maintained pretty scattered schedules.

Lanci and Hyperion had more important matters to attend to, while Frey was always busy helping the president deal with affairs at the student council.

"Were you just talking about Dean Loren?"

Frey had faintly caught a glimpse of their conversation while ascending the stairs and, hearing them disjointedly, he asked curiously.

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Hyperion relayed their conversation to Frey.

"I see."

Frey nodded after listening to them.

"Frey, don’t spread it around the Knight College."

Hyperion expressed her worries.

"Don’t worry, I am not the type to spread rumors."

Frey very soon bid Lanci and Hyperion goodbye and went to take care of the tasks entrusted to him by the organization.

"Who started the rumor about Dean Loren and Knight Juliana that the president told us last time?"

When Lanci and Hyperion reached the third floor, a deep-colored, carved wooden corridor steeped in history lay ahead of them. Hyperion pondered on this as they walked.

"It wasn’t me."

Lanci remarked with a smile.

"Right."

Hyperion muttered to herself, thinking that Lanci wasn’t the type to spread gossip.

Seeing Hyperion’s gentle demeanor, Sofia felt a sting in her eyes again, and finally she could no longer hold back her tears.

"Do you know the genius card maker in the second grade of the Arolan Royal Academy Academic Visiting Team..."

Sofia glanced at the two people sitting on the sofa opposite her and spoke in a weak voice.

"I do, a second year Gold-level, not bad at all."

Hyperion answered.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Sofia was stunned, she felt that Hyperion might be looking down on the second-grade Gold-level card maker.

But on second thought.

Whether it is Hyperion’s father, or the fellow sitting next to Hyperion, both are extraordinarily remarkable.

So, compared to that, in Hyperion’s perception, the second-grade Gold-level Carlen seemed to be nothing special...

"Sofia, did Carlen from Yaloran Kingdom cause any misunderstandings between you and Prince Aynor?"

Lanci, who seemed to have guessed something, asked in a calm tone.

"Wu...."

Hearing this, Sofia’s tears rushed down once again, and she could not speak.

"No worries, take a deep breath, and tell us the story slowly. I promise to help you. Even if you think it is irreparable, I will still find a solution for you."

Every word of Lanci was soft and slow, like the sound of an angel’s harp, bringing peace to the listener.

Sofia looked at Lanci through her sobs. She could hardly imagine that the person who traumatized her at the Cardmaker’s Association could now make her want to trust him.

"Will you really help me...?"

Sofia asked timidly.

She thought that Lanci should hate her. She was clearly full of jealousy towards Lanci last time and never showed him a good face, but he was still being gentle and tolerant.

If she had to describe his magnanimity in one word.

Even though it might not be quite apt, he was indeed as great as a saint.

"Not only will I help you, but if you wish, I can even help you become a queen."

Lanci nodded, confident as a mentor.

As long as Sofia was willing to learn, he was willing to teach.

"!"

Hyperion looked at Lanci right away.

Upon hearing Lanci’s catchphrase, the devil’s whisper, she had a feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong!