NOVPUBThe ship finally docked, the huge iron anchor dropped, creating a rumbling sound as it hit the surface of the sea. Accompanied by a splash of white water, the ropes were securely tied to a large iron ring on the dock.
Even before Viscount Francis disembarked, attendants from the Lord’s Mansion had already prepared a carriage to wait for him.
Lanci, following Viscount Francis, made his way to the dock via the gangway and boarded the carriage bound for the Lord’s Mansion.
The echoing sound of horseshoes lightly hitting the cobblestone road mingled with the distant roar of the waves.
Quietly looking out the window, Lanci saw the distant silhouette of the lighthouse against the backdrop of a fiery sunset. The buildings seemed to be constructed from emotions and history. Each stone, each wall bore the imprint of the craftsmen, creating a town entirely different from Ichrite.
It was said that the real difference lay in the style of the Imperial City of Protoss, where the highly advanced magical engineering construction and the legacy of the Demon Race gave the city its character of order, chaos, and diversity, creating a fantastical color.
If possible, Lanci would like to finish his project soon and then wander freely in the capital with Hyperion.
After all, Dean Loren had said that they could delay their return by two months without being expelled. Naturally, they should make the most of this academic vacation.
He also needed to stomp his feet firmly in the Protoss Empire.
"Lord Viscount, may I begin teaching the young lady tomorrow?"
Lanci, after some thought, asked the Viscount Francis who was sitting opposite him.
"Of course, you can. But don’t you need to rest first?"
Viscount Francis glanced at the bandages on Lanci.
"It’s okay, these wounds won’t affect my brain."
Lanci responded with a smile.
Once he started his intensive work mode, he didn’t want to waste a single day.
Now that the Rebirth Church has obtained legal permission, the attitude of the residents of Lilom City indicated that the identity of a Resurrection Believer is still unwelcome amongst the majority of the citizens in the Protoss Empire.
If he wanted to use the [Certificate of Resurrection - Destruction] to go through the official procedures of the Rebirth Church to obtain the Empire’s certification, his legal status in the Northern Continent would be deadlocked with the church.
And there were flaws in his certificate of resurrection. At least the Archbishop level had the authority to check its real information. So, he couldn’t take this [Certificate of Resurrection - Destruction] to meet the Bishop of Nirvana. The purpose of this certificate contented to just give Lanci a quick connection with the Rebirth Church in the Northern Continent.
Given the current situation, he wished to obtain an ordinary resident status in a remote province, which would allow him to set foot in the Protoss Empire, then join the Nirvana Branch and obtain his own [Certificate of Resurrection - Nirvana]. By then, his residential status and believer’s status would be separate.
The commitment that Viscount Francis gave at that time was quite broad. If Lanci could take on the role of a private tutor for the Viscount’s daughter, Lanci could literally ask for anything. The Viscount knew very clearly what Lanci needed the most at this moment. Despite that, he made this promise to Lanci, implicitly agreeing to help Lanci with his identity issues.
"Mr. Rocky, you could take a couple of days off first... before attempting to work. Teaching her is not an easy task. I’ll have someone in the mansion send you a copy of all the theoretical magic textbooks from the Protoss Empire."
Viscount Francis replied reluctantly, worried about the dual torture of physical pain and emotional stress Lancaster was experiencing.
"I’ll be able to skim through the books for tomorrow’s lessons tonight. Freeloading at the Lord’s Mansion would make me feel guilty."
Lanci responded confidently with a smile.
In fact, there’s no need to read it.
In Lanci’s opinion, the set of books compiled by Professor Bolao should be no less than any teaching material from any country or school. Plus, he has long been familiar with this knowledge and mastered it completely.
He just needs to get a brief understanding of the course outline of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy. After all, what Viscount Francis hopes for is that Zestira, who is heavily specialized, will be able to pass the school’s future courses smoothly. He doesn’t want her to cause trouble in such a strictly graded school with frequent assessments, as well as to adapt to the communication mode of "teaching".
"So... I’m counting on you."
Viscount Francis sighed and nodded in approval.
From the other party’s attitude, he can see the sincerity and confidence in his own abilities.
"However, if the class starts tomorrow morning, then I have something to explain to you right now."
Viscount Francis’s expression quickly turned particularly worried.
Originally, he planned to let Lanci stay in the Lord’s Mansion for a few days before telling him slowly. But now he can only entrust him on the road first.
"My daughter Zestira is not a bad person, she just suffered a lot of prejudice since childhood because of her Demon Race traits... even though people treat her with regard to her identity, some things hidden in their eyes cannot deceive a child..."
The words of Viscount Francis were full of guilt.
"It’s even worse for me to take her to the provincial capital and the royal city. There, the nobles simply don’t regard her as a human being. Her sensitive heart, I fear, has suffered unimaginable trauma."
He understood that he could not empathize with his daughter, and he also knew what she had experienced in the preparatory examination of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
From then on, after returning to Lilom City with her, she locked herself in her room and seldom went out again.
Lanci listened carefully to Viscount Francis’s account, occasionally patting Viscount Francis on the shoulder, offering advice and comforting words like a psychotherapist. Unconsciously, the sky outside the car window had darkened. They passed an old arch bridge, next to which were historic buildings and street lights, and they were about to reach the Lord’s Mansion soon.
"Don’t worry, I will try to communicate with her at the mental level. The culture of the country I am from is different from yours. A few years ago, some prejudices against the Demon Race indeed existed, but now at least in my school, no one discriminates against the Demon Race anymore. Even pure-blooded demons can live their lives in the royal capital, eating and sleeping happily every day without a trace of worry."
Lanci assured Viscount Francis. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Viscount Francis knew that the young man was gentle and would draw some overly idealistic and unrealistic romantic imaginations to joke with him.
A hundred years ago, the Demon Race war had reached the South Continent, and although the countries of the South Continent wouldn’t hate the Demon Race as much as the Protoss Empire does, they wouldn’t treat the Demon Race so well either.
The more Viscount Francis talked with Lanci, the more he felt a sense of acknowledging reality.
The young man was oversimplifying things too much.
His daughter both detested discrimination and feared pity, and she also resisted charity. The constant injuries had led her to form a kind of aggressive self-isolation, until she completely separated herself and rejected everyone else.
Viscount Francis fully understood the process of her longstanding mental illness that failed to heal and eventually evolved into the current state.
It was because of this understanding that Viscount Francis knew this was an almost insolvable problem.
Perhaps out of desperation, he sought help from an adopted young man like this.
However, no matter what, Viscount Francis could only cling to faint hope and make any attempt, even if it’s the slightest.
