Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 919 - 714: Lanci Cannot Stand Others Beguiling the Crowd

Lanci followed Nara’s Secretary down the paths of the Saint Kray Monastery, as staff and students in academy uniforms flowed past him.

People always lingered in the plazas they crossed, and the monks of the monastery knelt devoutly in prayer.

Groups of students were either sparring with swords or engaged in animated discussions, their vitality shining brightly on their faces.

Whenever Lanci passed by, he could hear whispers from behind.

It seemed they were guessing his identity.

A young man escorted by Nara’s Secretary was probably no ordinary figure.

"It seems Mr. Landry is quite charming,"

Nara’s Secretary commented to herself.

"Could it be that these students are curious about my identity?"

Lanci asked her.

As the Headmaster’s Secretary, Nara was more outgoing than she appeared, and they had chatted quite a bit along the way, becoming somewhat familiar.

"Perhaps, but among the students who gave you attention, only forty percent were males, whereas sixty percent were females, which suggests that a portion of the students are interested in you simply as the opposite sex,"

Nara put forward her analysis.

"...Hopefully, they just don’t understand me yet,"

Lanci shook his head.

He was no libertine. If Loren had a natural passive charm for attracting women, then he was surely born with a passive barrier to them.

"Don’t you get a lot of female attention in your hometown?"

Nara’s Secretary asked.

"The vast majority of women keep their distance respectfully, even my colleagues maintain politeness from afar. Perhaps once the students get to know me, they will see me in a proper light,"

Lanci spoke earnestly.

"Is there no woman who gets close to you?"

Lanci thought for a moment and asked with curiosity.

Like Loren.

"There’s what’s called a prosperous emperor’s fate, but there’s also one called a calamitous emperor’s fate. In times of chaos, they could be a benevolent ruler or a tyrant,"

Nara’s Secretary explained.

"I see, but I have no desire to be an emperor; I just want to strive toward a carefree life,"

Lanci joked along.

He didn’t really believe in such things.

"The Cerryti Empire today might actually need a benevolent ruler,"

Nara murmured almost imperceptibly, then shook her head slightly, deciding not to continue the subject.

She led Lanci through the garden to a quiet brown stone cloister.

Through the stretches of columns, the garden remained visible until it faded from sight, and gradually they walked indoors into the Main Hall.

After a while, Nara stopped in front of an intricately carved santalwood door.

She knocked lightly, the clear sound echoing in the silent hallway.

"Headmaster Violet, the new professor, Mr. Landry, has arrived."

Before she had finished knocking—

"Come in."

A voice that was authoritative yet warm floated through.

Nara pushed open the heavy santalwood door and gestured for Lanci to enter.

"Thank you."

Lanci thanked Nara and stepped into the grand hall.

A faint fragrance was refreshing, and the bright light streaming through the Rose Window cast shadows on the marble floor, creating a painting as exquisite as an oil canvas.

Seated in front of the Rose Window, behind the desk, the woman turned her gaze toward Lanci.