Lydia had deliberately dressed in the aristocratic attire of the southern regions of the Mesoyarland Federation, looking much like she had when An Yang first saw her in this world. She had even applied a rare, light touch of makeup. A slender Knight's Sword completed the look, adding the perfect finishing touch to her heroic yet alluring appearance.
She looked just like a knight waiting for her beloved to come visit her at the military camp, chin slightly raised and expression calm.
Heaven knew how frightening she looked dressed like that.
Lady Lydia was highly renowned in the Silent Tower—not only because of her formidable strength, but also because of her strict and meticulous manner when teaching students. She was much like the dark system she cultivated. Yet today, she had actually dressed so formally, and despite not being a close-combat scholar, she had deliberately equipped herself with a Knight's Sword. Anyone who did not know better might have thought she had suddenly taken an interest in something strange!
But a glance at the others around her was enough to make anyone abandon that absurd thought and draw in a sharp breath.
Lord Danyou and Lord Martin, who had both advanced to become Tier 3 Scholars within ten years and rarely encountered an opponent, had actually donned the ceremonial armor that ordinary knights wore only when attending grand ceremonies. They, too, wore impractical yet ornate Knight's Swords at their waists. There were also the veteran Tier 3 Scholars of the Tower, Lord Jakap and Lady Ayrila. Even Lord Connorton, the Lord of the Tower, had put aside his research and left his own tower to wait here.
There were many other lords and ladies as well, such as the gentle Lady Natalie, the dark-system scholar Lady Edie, and the newly