Her False Identity Was Made by Me

Paul and Dimit had never seen Professor Lasimi so respectful and humble before.

As a professor of the Spirit Tower and a high-ranking Transcendent who had reached the Fourth Level, Professor Lasimi stood at the same level as a grand archbishop or grand alchemist.

The strongest beings of the Fifth Level directly controlled entire countries. Having reached a realm only one level below that while still in the prime of his life... he was undoubtedly a genius and a major figure.

--Yet that man, who appeared sufficiently cold, arrogant, and distant before anyone, was now acting so meekly and submissively.

He bowed respectfully and never dared raise his head to meet the young lady's eyes. Even his usually hoarse, drawn-out, and sinister-sounding voice had become clear, gentle, and clean.

His manners were so impeccable that they made people sigh involuntarily, So you can speak normally after all.

Paul had no doubt that if Miss Aleister had extended her hand, Professor Lasimi would have knelt without hesitation and kissed it.

Stibium had always styled itself as "the legitimate heir of the Herasul Empire," and had therefore inherited the etiquette regarding female nobles from the imperial era. A female noble one rank below a man could still extend her hand and ask him to kiss it.

As long as a lady extended her hand toward them, men of equal or lower rank had to kneel on one knee and salute. Only male nobles one rank higher than them could bow and kiss her hand; male nobles two or more ranks higher could refuse to salute.

In other words, Professor Lasimi had assumed that the other party's rank was far higher than his own.

When he led the two of them away, Professor Lasimi bowed deeply to Miss Aleister--so deeply that his waist