The group followed the guard's directions, strolling along the broad main avenue of Ranoa Magic University.
The campus was far larger than they had imagined. Rather than a university, it was more like a fully equipped, self-sufficient town.
Students in matching white uniforms passed them from time to time. Some hurried along with thick hardcover books clasped in their arms;
Others gathered in small groups, arguing heatedly over some abstruse magical problem, sparks of elemental light occasionally spilling into the air as they gestured unconsciously;
There were even couples whispering on benches beneath the leafless roadside trees, lending a touch of youthful vitality to this solemn sanctuary of learning.
Cui Ciyou's gaze swept over the students, and he could not help feeling a faint sense of déjà vu.
These uniforms... how should I put it?
The girls did not wear the loose robes of traditional mages, which concealed their figures and made it easy to hide spellcasting materials. Instead, they wore fitted white tops paired with skirts that ended above their knees, giving them a bright, youthful look.
The boys were not dressed in the practical, easy-to-move-in outfits swordsmen favored, either. They wore tailored white suits, exuding an air of refined elegance.
It feels... like I've stepped onto a Japanese or Korean campus from my previous life, Cui Ciyou silently quipped.
This was undoubtedly Nanahoshi Shizuka's handiwork.
It seemed she had still come here in this cycle.
And with knowledge and tastes far ahead of the times, she had exerted considerable influence on this ancient university.
He just wondered whether, this time, she had still started out with the Dragon God-Orsted.
After passing through several paths between brick walls, they arrived at a spacious square.
The road split into three here. In the center stood a statue of a woman