"You mean you're going to the Northern Wasteland to launch a research project related to Devil Race magic?"
In the dean's office at Saint Dero, Dean Nico looked over the project application Jia Xiu had submitted and pushed up his glasses.
"Tsk. What kind of project is so important that you have to go to a place like that? Isn't it a little dangerous?"
Going to the dean had been the fastest approval route Mia calculated that morning.
"Going to the dean is absolutely the fastest! If my calculation is wrong, my income next month will be cut in half!"
That was what Mia had said at the time.
For Mia, "income cut in half" counted as a particularly serious oath.
Faced with the dean's question, Jia Xiu replied, "Dean, to be precise, we won't be going deep into the Northern Wasteland. At most, we'll only visit towns beyond the border. We can complete the work in the mixed-race settlements there. It's even a tourist destination, so relatively speaking, the danger isn't that high."
"I see."
Dean Nico stroked his beard and pondered for a moment.
"Then what about your supervising teacher? You're still a student. Any project that requires travel needs a supervising teacher."
"Me! I'm right here!"
Margaret immediately pointed at herself from the side.
"I'm the supervising teacher!"
Dean Nico turned to look at the boisterous Margaret for two seconds.
His beard twitched, and his lips parted as though he wanted to say something. In the end, he said nothing. A thousand words condensed into a sigh, and he shook his head slightly.
It seemed as though he had said nothing, but in truth, he had said everything.
"Dean! What does that sigh mean?!"
Margaret stared at her beloved dean in disbelief.
"You said I was the