Lin Qiye fell into thought. "He's the Holy Lord of the Western Holy Church, and the one who sealed the Cthulhu Gods on the moon all those years ago. It wouldn't be strange for him to be unfathomably powerful, would it?"
Gilgamesh opened his mouth, yet found himself unable to refute that.
Michael, the foremost angel of Heaven, was already the strongest being in the world. As Heaven's creator, Yelander might very well stand above the supreme realm. Gilgamesh, meanwhile, was only a Chief God now. It was indeed perfectly reasonable that he could not defeat him...
"In any case, this king does not like him." Gilgamesh shook his head. "He had best not provoke this king. Otherwise, this king will not care whether he is the Holy Lord of the Holy Church. If there is a next time, this king will still take action."
Lin Qiye soothed Gilgamesh for quite a while before the matter was finally put to rest. By the time he emerged from the hospital again, the morning classes were nearing their end.
Cao Yuan woke groggily from his nap. Seeing everyone around him beginning to pack their books, he stuffed the only notebook on his desk, its plastic wrapping still unopened, into his arms and jerked his chin at Lin Qiye and An Qingyu.
"Time to eat?"
"...You're worse than Li Yifei. Rather than sleeping here, you might as well lie in bed." Lin Qiye could not help ridiculing him.
"I don't know why, but I sleep more soundly here than in bed." Cao Yuan shrugged.
Lin Qiye and the others had a packed schedule that day. After lunch, they wandered around campus for a while before returning to class. By the time their final lesson ended, it was already past nine in the evening.