Loren clearly understood the price of growth.
There had been too many absurd rumors, and he had learned not to care too much about other people's opinions, not to pay too much attention to their actions, and certainly not to think about changing them.
If there was anything that gave Loren a headache, it was that once the Chief Inquisitor returned to the Aitherthailand Kingdom from the Calamity Service Land in the Northernmost Lands of the Northern Continent, the Ice Witch would set off for the Southern Continent.
The last cleric examination had been far too awkward.
Loren had already prepared to apologize to Almirs in person.
He sighed as he thought about it, his gaze passing through the window toward the beautiful campus and Ikelite in the distance.
Although Ikelite was different from Aitherthailand's capital, Gedalia, and did not have as many Different Races, it had always been a civilized and friendly city despite being populated entirely by humans. The commercial district near the school was also quite distinctive. He hoped Almirs would have a good time and be left with a favorable impression of the city.
The semester was already nearing its end, and the campus's prolonged peace and tranquility made Loren feel especially comfortable.
By their schedule, Lanchi and Hughberlian should have returned long ago.
Although, as the dean, Loren ought to worry about the students at the academy and hope they would return soon, the thought that they were with the Ice Witch meant he did not need to worry about their safety. He even hoped they could spend a little longer having fun on the Northern Continent.
Loren's thoughts then returned to the work at hand. He turned to the last page of the secret letter and continued reading.
...The new Cardinal Bishop was still