"Lanchi, you're back."
The door to the Student Union Room opened, and air infused with the scents of coffee and candles drifted out. Lanchi quickly spotted the president sitting behind his desk.
In front of him was a long table, painstakingly polished from dark wood. Its surface was smooth enough to reflect the last rays of sunset shining through the window. Beside the enormous half-shut window, deep-red curtains swayed gently in the breeze, glittering like theater curtains beneath the radiance of the setting sun.
The president hadn't left at this hour. It seemed he had been waiting for Lanchi.
"Senior Monast, sorry for being late."
Lanchi quickly walked over to the desk and sat down across from the president.
However, when he had just passed the lounge area on the left side of the room, he had seen a woman with pearwood-colored hair sitting on the Student Union's exceptionally comfortable leather sofa. She had curiously turned back to look at Lanchi, and he had given her a simple nod in greeting, but they had not exchanged any further words. For now, speaking with the president was more important.
"It's actually nothing official, so you don't need to worry."
Monast closed the book in his hands, set it beside the desk, and looked at Lanchi.
"This time, the Academic Visiting Group from the Yarolan Kingdom seems particularly ordinary compared to the last one, except that a girl named Kukulkan Pacas made a request."
"Kukulkan?"
Lanchi had never heard that name before.
But judging from the president's expression, he seemed to think this was someone connected to their Student Union.
"Do you remember Kuse? He was the strongest Martial Artist in last year's Academic Visiting Group from Yarolan Royal Academy. He kept challenging our Soul of a Fighter Team, and in the