Red Moon truly was an ever-changing witch. Now she carried herself with the dignified poise of a teacher—who could have guessed that she had once smashed a sun to pieces with a single palm strike?
She began meticulously explaining the starry configuration. This was a newly deduced configuration from the Celestial Mechanism Institute, containing five thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven stars. Yet whether its structure was stable could only be known once it had been put to the test.
Though everyone had been drawn in and bewitched by Red Moon's charm, the academy's rules were still extremely strict. Not a single person dared make a loud disturbance at such a time. But half a day later, when the questioning session began, the hall immediately boiled over.
Everyone scrambled to ask questions. At first, they were quite normal, concerning starry configurations and Celestial River arrangements. But then they gradually went off track. Some asked whether Red Moon was married, while others simply proposed to her on the spot.
At first, Red Moon directly ignored such questions, maintaining an icy expression. Though she was currently a scholar of "lowly" strength, the Celestial Mechanism Institute's name still shone brightly, and no one dared act presumptuously toward her.
—Respecting one's teacher and honoring the Way was the most basic courtesy. If one could not even abide by that, how could anyone expect them to serve their country? Wouldn't they even betray His Majesty the Emperor?
But a witch was still a witch. Just before the end, she suddenly smiled sweetly and said, "If you truly want to pursue me, it isn't impossible! However, I'm already promised to someone. You'll have to make my fiancé break off the engagement first!"
At her words, the entire hall erupted. Everyone clamored for Red Moon to reveal that