Zestira silently listened to Lanchi's legal guidance.
Every so often, a waiter in a neat uniform would pass by them carrying a tray. Whenever a tray laden with freshly made coffee, desserts, and cold drinks went past, the rich scent of caramel would waft over.
Zestira inexplicably felt that Lanchi's words made quite a lot of sense.
There really were some annoying monkeys at Protos Royal Magic Academy who could be dealt with that way.
But Zestira immediately shook her head, choosing to seal those theories away in her mind.
She was a Dragon Demon, not a Canine Demon.
Actually, the most impressive thing about reporting the Rebirth Church wasn't that this guy had dared to report them.
It was that even after he did so, no one from the Nirvana Branch had come looking for trouble or retaliated against him.
It was hard to imagine what kind of mental state had driven him to carry out such a suicidal act.
If an ordinary person played around like he did, ten lives probably wouldn't be enough.
Yet the Nirvana Branch could only swallow the loss in silence, as if they had nowhere to vent their anger. They chose to handle the matter entirely internally and let it go, while suppressing all the details of what had happened.
Zestira neither disliked nor liked the Rebirth Church, so she didn't feel that Lanchi had done either a good or bad thing.
She only thought it was pretty nice.
Since yesterday, those monkeys who had always cast blatant hostility at her had become a little more restrained. They seemed somewhat afraid that her retinue might catch them and report their entire families.
After all, even those people from the Nirvana Branch of the Rebirth Church, infamous for their sinister ruthlessness, were helpless against