NOVPUBThe warm sunlight flowed into the classroom from the giant landscape window, like a translucent golden waterfall cascading onto each tier of seats.
In the back of the class, Hyperion pursed her lips, looking at Lanci with an indescribable sparkle in her eyes.
Her previously suppressed gloominess seemed to melt away after hearing Lanci’s "arrogant" words.
Her face softened under the sunlight.
"If we can find your father, then I will have a powerful backer."
Lanci smiled, his smile as firm as his decision to help her find her father.
"Lanci, it’s not as simple as you think…"
Hyperion spoke softly.
Her gaze was as warm as the spring sun, but within the depths of her gratitude and emotion, there was a trace of melancholy shadow, a deep-seated worry that she didn’t want to drag Lanci into this.
Because Lanci had always been there to help her, as an irreplaceable and important friend, she believed that she couldn’t drag Lanci into this.
There were too many mysteries behind the Duke’s disappearance.
But they all pointed to the southern Cerryti Empire and the Rebirth Church.
It was a potentially deadly path.
Hyperion knew that Lanci was joking about finding Duke Migaya.
For a talented young man like him, even without a backer, he could still live a good life in the Hutton Kingdom.
Just give him a few years, and he could become a prominent figure in his own right.
There was no urgency to find a powerful backer within one or two years.
"Hyperion, if I could live comfortably by clinging to the Duke’s coattails, I would give up striving,"
Lanci said seriously, as if he had found the greatest goal in his life.
"..."
Upon seeing Lanci’s serious face while speaking such dispirited words, Hyperion felt as if all words were stuck in her throat.
She didn’t know how to respond.
Because she understood Lanci, she knew he wasn’t joking about what he had just said.
Lanci lacked ambition.
Hyperion was puzzled as to how someone with such frightening ability could have such an indifferent attitude.
Yet upon further thought, such extraordinary spirit was indeed inseparable from his incredible strength.
"Thank you, Lanci, my friend,"
Hyperion finally said, word by word.
Her words were clumsy and rigid, yet gentle and intense like a small stream.
Clear and transparent, reflecting sincerity within.
"Don’t worry, we can ask Frey when the time comes,"
After a few days becoming familiar with Frey, Lanci discovered that Frey valued efficiency and excitement above all.
Frey may not be willing to deal with everyday issues.
But for something as big as this, Frey might be willing to make a move.
After all, high-risk, high-reward is exactly what Frey desires.
After making arrangements with Hyperion, Lanci returned to his serious state of studying.
The courses of the Magic Engineering department contained content he needed to learn and treat seriously.
His desire to gain as many legitimate credits as possible to offset compulsory courses was also to free up his following semester schedule for more courses at Magic Engineering College.
However, there were many compulsory courses at Magic Engineering College which Lanci didn’t need, he was more interested in the new Magical Engineering courses taught by Professor Bolao.
For now, Lanci didn’t plan to share too much inside information with Hyperion.
Telling her directly that "the Duke’s whereabouts are likely in the Cerryti Empire, and we have more than a year for a rescue" might frighten her.
Furthermore, explaining the source and credibility of such information could be complicated.
Lanci was worried that Hyperion may not fully understand the current situation in the Cerryti Empire and impulsively rush into the Blood Clan’s lair in order to save her father.
The Blood Clan Marquis, each an eight order being, possessing unmatched strength across all races and potentially having unsealed nine-order Dukes or Princes of the Blood Clan.
This was a map that they were unable to approach.
However, they have a way to deal with the Blood Clan.
All they need to do is to battle in the Shadow World to become stronger and find methods to counter the Blood Clan from the history of the Blood Bad World. Then, it would be safer to go to the Cerryti Empire.
Perhaps they could start their journey even before reaching the end of the Blood Moon Bad World.
Because Lanci himself possesses a vast amount of map information about the Blood Clan’s lair as a supplement!
Lanci was confident that he is probably the only person in this world who can save Duke Migaya Aranzar.
This was also his shortcut to resolving the [Wilford Tragedy] once and for all!
Lanci’s only life goal was to strive for two years and then retire!
Duke Migaya Aranzar was definitely the tremendous backer he was looking for.
By that time, being the benefactor of the Duke meant financial freedom, no more studies, and limitless power and wealth. It was such a dream!
The only thing regretful to Lanci was that even for the future journey to Cerryti Empire, he currently couldn’t think of any bargaining conditions that would make the Great Demon Clan’s Talia go with him.
She was a bodyguard, not a fistfighter. She was responsible for protecting Lanci—making sure he wasn’t killed by assassins—but she wasn’t responsible for stopping Lanci if he decided to court death.
Even though both Talia and Hyperion were part of the Demon Race, there was no such thing as a friendly Demon Race agreement that would make Talia willingly risk danger to help Hyperion.
Only the future would dictate if there’s any leverage he could negotiate with Talia.
Before then…
The major part of the coming year would be used to wait for the Shadow World to cool down.
During these days in the living world, there was an essential path for them to become stronger—
"Teacher Teresa, I have a question,"
Lanci in the back row raised his hand high.
The purpose of this lesson was to allow questions at any time and communicate with the teacher.
"Student Lanci, please speak."
Teresa looked a little surprised, she didn’t expect Lanci to participate so actively.
She had heard from other Sage Academy teachers that Lanci was more of a passive participant in class.
He was notably lethargic throughout, clueless when asked questions, but never missed class without a reason, and never daydreamed or dozed off.
He was the type of student whose effort touched people’s hearts.
She didn’t know why Lanci was especially considerate of her.
"May I ask who holds the [Original Slabstone-Spirit], [Original Slabstone-Healing], and [Original Slabstone-Sealing]?"
Lanci asked his question earnestly.
The timeline now differed from the official story he knew.
The holders might have changed.
He only knew the information about some of the holders because the functions of the [Original Slabs] were not implemented in the company.
But the great thing about this school was that whatever you wanted to know, you could ask the teacher directly!
Then the teacher would tell you all the information they knew!
