Lanqi's Gale Trump Card

"Today is your fourth day since arriving in the capital, Bulida."

"You wrote down the principles in the classroom on Monday, and in just one short day, it has already attracted enormous attention at Saint Krui Di Monastery, meow."

In the capital of Krui Di, Bulida, far away on the other side, in the suburban school residence district, on the first floor of an upscale professor-only mansion.

Lanchi ate bread while watching the Black Bread on the table deliver its broadcast right on schedule.

"All right, Cat Boss."

Lanchi was just about to press down on Cat Boss's head and end today's broadcast.

On Tuesday, he also had to continue giving lectures on the fourth floor of Elliot Hall. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays were his working days at Saint Krui Di Monastery.

Suddenly, he felt Cat Boss deftly raise its front paw and, with the high-level force-deflecting technique of Wing Chun, slip past his hand.

Lanchi: "?"

"Many professors from the School of Magical Engineering came to discuss things with you yesterday, and they highly acknowledged both your abilities and the contributions you would make to the Empire."

Cat Boss continued speeding up its broadcast,

"Among them, some friendly professors, drawing on their own experience, advised you that more and more Imperial figures might approach you in the days ahead. You need to protect your safety, carefully determine each person's purpose in approaching you, and be wary of spies from the Silver Moon Restoration Society and the Allied Forces."

At last, it sat down contentedly on all four paws atop the dining table and looked at the stunned Lanchi.

The autumn morning sun of the Empire streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lending the classical two-story villa a lazy, leisurely air and illuminating Lanchi's motionless, existentially doubtful expression.

"Master Cat, you