Lanchi's Path to Fame in the Empire

Professor Landry was just as he had said.

His first class after taking over contained no substantial teaching. It was mostly an introduction to how the course would change from then on.

"This class won't last the full two hours. We'll probably finish a little over an hour early today."

Lanchi turned his head and glanced at the window. The formulas and symbols he had written on the glass were like a sundial, allowing him to roughly tell the time.

"Every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday from two to five in the afternoon, I'll be in Office 812 on the eighth floor of the Spert Building in the Grand Monastery. I'm available to speak with anyone from the school. If you want to ask me questions, please make an appointment in advance."

He stood in the center of the podium with his back to the blackboard.

Dozens of eyes stared at him in unison.

Clearly, his simple display of skill earlier, combined with his highly rousing speech, had already captured the hearts of many students.

Still, some students seemed largely unaffected. Through Talia's borrowed eyes, Lanchi saw that whether they lounged lazily or sat upright and listened intently, every student was an exceptionally gifted young person.

Their youthful faces were filled with pride, as if victory were already in their grasp. Every one of them was an elite among elites, a "favorite of heaven" in the magical engineering world of the Southern Continent.

Whether or not Lanchi's words had convinced them, they had at least filled them with curiosity about this professor and a desire to investigate him.

Even a competitive spirit.

That proved Lanchi had succeeded.

Talia was a little confused.

She remembered that Lanchi had not possessed this ability back at Iketerite Academy.

Ever since the boy had returned