In a corner of the bustling banquet hall of the Main Division Hall, Landry stared intently at the two girls.
Ursula, who was usually arrogant and overbearing, seemed unbelievably fragile at this moment. Even the gentle Elsa looked stronger than her.
As he watched her, images of the first time he had met Ursula surfaced in Lanchi's mind.
Ursula had once tried to give him trouble in class, but his abilities were too solid, and the students had grown even more convinced of him.
Back then, she had been nothing like this—so timid and uneasy, like a startled bird.
Not far away, the air around Ninth War God Amethyst Ryan had also grown much heavier and colder.
"May I ask why you sought out my sister?"
Marquis Ryan looked straight at Lanchi as he spoke.
The mere aura of a War God made the surrounding nobles' legs go weak. Instinctively, they retreated as if trying to escape.
It seemed Marquis Ryan was displeased not only with this professor but also with the nobles who had gathered to watch the spectacle.
"According to the regulations of Saint Krui Di Monastery, the professors are supposed to give the students their academic blessings for the Moon God Festival today, so they may receive the protection of the silver moon and the Healing Goddess and safely complete their studies in the new year."
Only Landry remained completely unaffected by Ninth War God Ryan. After finishing his conversation with his student, he looked at Ryan again and bowed.
It was the standard imperial salute a viscount used to express respect to a marquis.
"Lan..."
Ursula had yet to recover from her shock. She had never expected Landry to be so bold as to stand before a War God without being affected by the pressure of