Lanchi's Professionalism

"So, what do you think would happen if we let Talia and the Poet of Great Love give it a try?"

Lanchi had long been curious about how Talia had risen to prominence in the timeline where he had never interfered—after successfully obtaining the Poem of Compassion and using it on herself.

Perhaps for other prophets, high-level diviners, and Future Sight holders, the timeline they had been able to observe more than a year ago really was supposed to be that one.

And the memories and information he possessed about that timeline were also like a gift from Future Sight.

"We can take Lanfu over later and let her try."

Hughberlian seemed to have a sudden flash of inspiration at his words, realizing that there was another option.

Although Talia and the Poet of Great Love had completely different personalities, the Poet of Great Love had ultimately been created by Talia herself. Perhaps their compatibility would be unexpectedly high.

Ever since enrolling, the Poet of Great Love had been thirsting for knowledge at the Magic Engineering Institute all day long.

She was a truly self-disciplined top student. Lanchi, who spent all day thinking of ways to skip class, was clearly a cautionary example in comparison.

The two of them followed the stairs up to the third floor.

They passed a row of large adjoining windows and reached the Student Union Room at the very end of the corridor.

"President, we're here."

Hughberlian knocked on the heavy door.

Faint voices came through the gap. The president seemed to be chatting and laughing with someone.

"Come on in."

After receiving a response, the two of them each pushed on one side and opened the door.

The bells chimed nine throughout the campus. A gentle breeze blew in through the windows, carrying a