The circular carpet at the center of the Basic Level was like the core of the hall's floor. Its rich and harmonious colors formed a sun totem that gleamed brilliantly beneath the natural light.
"Lanchi, you're such a gentle, good-natured old sweetheart."
Karen wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and couldn't help smiling slightly as she spoke, deeply moved.
Then she looked toward Enoer again, placed a hand over her chest, and bowed to him.
"Prince Enoer, I respect every choice you make, and I consider you a friend worth treasuring. I hope you can forget what I said just now. I don't want you to remember me in such an embarrassing state."
"No, no, Karen. I'm truly very sorry."
Enoer hurriedly responded as well.
"Then, Your Highness, you did stand me up once, you know."
Karen's eyes were still slightly red, but she smiled brightly.
"Of course."
Enoer understood that he would have to make it up to her next time.
Lanchi watched the two of them happily return to their warm atmosphere, feeling gratified.
Although Karen had once again laid the groundwork with Enoer, Lanchi didn't do anything this time.
He would just treat it as Sophia's homework. She had to pursue her own man herself.
Lanchi was a teacher, not a stand-in player.
"...Dean Loren should be arriving soon."
Enoer glanced at the great clock in the library.
"I'll leave for today, then. Otherwise, it would be rather awkward to run into Dean Loren later."
Enoer smiled sheepishly.
If he waited until Dean Loren arrived before leaving, he would have to explain the dispute that had just occurred to Dean Loren in person.
Besides, he wanted to find Sophia and apologize to her.
"Leave it to me."
Lanchi looked at Enoer as he