"Being woken from sleep makes a person's heart race, leaves them short of breath, and puts them in a foul mood."
"When a world is startled awake from sleep, it gets angry too."
Professor Yao stood on the observation deck atop a tower in the main fortress, head tilted back as he watched the countless sky lanterns bloom in midair like fireworks, scattering sheets of pure radiance. Clenching his pipe between his teeth, he drew deeply. "Phew... Those prisoners coming here like moths to a flame should count as this world throwing a little tantrum."
After saying that, he exhaled heavily. Thick smoke blurred his vision and obscured his face.
"Them?" Hilda stood some distance from the professor. Hearing this, she gave a derisive laugh. "You said it yourself—they are prisoners... How can prisoners represent this world? When prisoners throw a tantrum, they merely rattle the shackles on their hands, clamor and shout, and bash their heads against the ground. When the world gets angry, the heavens quake with thunder, earth dragons turn over, and mountains collapse. The two cannot be mentioned in the same breath."
Professor Yao cocked his head and stared at the young teaching assistant for a long while.
Until Hilda felt uncomfortable all over.
"Phew..."
The dean of Jiuyou Academy took another deep draw from his pipe, exhaled a dense cloud of smoke, then shook his head and commented, "Sometimes I truly think you bought that Registered Wizard qualification certificate with money. The teacher who proctored your divination exam must have been drugged with Confusion Potion... Is bringing down heaven and earth really that difficult for prisoners who are about to go mad?"
Before his words had faded, a muffled peal of thunder suddenly rolled out from the distant darkness.
Not long after, a violent tremor