To Luoqi, those brief days aboard the Floating Ship had been like a wonderful dream.
But every dream had to end.
In truth, he had vaguely guessed at the girl's identity as well.
Because Fiona was different from every other noble he had ever met.
She had none of their lofty arrogance, nor their overbearing manner. No matter who she faced, she was always polite and kind.
It was a difference in every respect, from upbringing to refinement—a fine bearing cultivated through thousands of years of heritage.
But that identity of hers was something Luoqi could only gaze up at helplessly.
If Fiona had merely come from an ordinary minor or mid-ranking noble family, then as a student of Pamir Academy, so long as he graduated successfully, his status would be enough to match hers.
But if it was Olivenndi, one of the Empire's Four Great Duke Families, then the status of a mere Pamir freshman was nowhere near enough.
Unless a miracle occurred, the girl who shone as brightly as the sun and his ordinary life would remain like parallel lines, never able to meet.
Earlier, when he saw her reveal an adorable smile he had never seen before as she stood beside another boy—one as handsome as she was beautiful—
For some reason, an indescribable sourness and bitterness had suddenly risen in Luoqi's heart.
Even he himself did not understand why he felt that way.
However, after learning Anvis's identity, that strange discomfort in his heart vanished in an instant.
It was replaced by an inexplicable sense of tension.
It reminded Xiao Luoqi of the moment during his talent assessment when the Old Mage had drawn a drop of blood from his fingertip and mixed it into the Crystal Ball.
Just like that earlier bitterness, he did not