In the imperial capital of Helrom, at the northernmost edge of Protos Royal Magic Academy, the Redmond Administration Building stood majestically.
A nearly transparent film of leaves clung lightly to its windows. The morning sunlight filtered through them, spilling softly and warmly into the room like fine golden threads.
The entire office was filled with the scent of spring flowers drifting in from outside—the gift of time and nature.
Compared with before, the room now looked much emptier.
Many documents had been cleared from the bookshelves, making it look like an office whose owner was about to move away.
Lanchi sat alone in his spacious office, his gaze fixed on an ancient Protos text.
The usually diligent dean rarely had the chance to spend time in his office looking so relaxed and idle.
More than ten days had passed since the Protos Bishop Election, which had caused such tremendous upheaval.
These few days would also be his last in the Protos Empire.
"Hello."
With a light knock, the door slowly opened, and a fragrance wafted in.
Planai, dressed in a neat Protos-style suit and carrying a tray, entered Lanchi's office gracefully.
"Linden Flower Tea from Helrom. Please enjoy."
He gently placed the classically patterned teacup in the perfect position beside Lanchi's hand.
Lanchi closed the heavy tome in his hands and set it beside the desk, then lifted the teacup and took a sip.
Planai seemed to have added a little honey, salt, and lemon juice to the Linden Flower Tea. It was not sour or astringent, leaving only a refreshing taste that perfectly suited his mood at that moment.
"Planai, thank you. We're leaving in a couple of days, yet you're still troubling yourself to keep me company."
Lanchi replied softly, a hint of relaxation appearing on his face