The academy had actually arranged residences for every teacher.
As Lamias was a star instructor at the Academy of Physics, she naturally was no exception—and hers was a detached house with relatively good conditions.
As soon as she returned indoors, Lamias hurried back to her bedroom... She quickly found her teacher ID on the desk.
"Just as I thought."
Lamias shook her head, confirming that the Manor Lord indeed had not learned her name through her teacher ID in the beginning—but even if she proved this, what could she do about it?
Nothing.
She took a deep breath, then picked up the phone and sent a text message to the academy's dean of instruction, who was likewise a hidden agent. Only after that did she open her laptop.
The communication was private, achieved by borrowing a satellite in the sky... On the surface, the satellite belonged to a certain country, but in secret, it served the Black Order.
Unlike the Holy Church, which had revealed its divinity before the public for thousands of years, the Dark Congregation existed as a faith in the shadows and had always been silently developing—within that nation whose history spanned barely over a hundred years, yet whose national strength was considered the highest in present-day human society.
Precisely because it had only a history of a hundred-odd years, the Holy Church had not yet accumulated enough influence on that land to affect national policy.
A dark-red inverted cross appeared on the laptop screen. Before long, the entire screen held nothing but the pale, bloodless face of a middle-aged woman.
"Lady Catarina!"
Before this middle-aged woman, Lamias appeared extremely solemn—even though an ocean lay between them, even though a screen separated them.
"Lamias." The woman on the screen... Lady Catarina had a faint smile on her