NOVPUBLanci’s words seemed to have violated some taboo. Students in the front row gradually turned their heads back, silently looking at Lanci.
"Do you have any evidence?"
Despite the fact that Lanci had just been murmuring to himself, his words were heard with unnerving sharpness.
Those who questioned this type of evidential photo likely possessed anti-war leanings, a topic not to be broached at that time.
Gloria, looking at this arrogant Saint of Hegemony, suddenly realized that he had misspoken.
In this classroom, he held no special status, and unlike herself, a member of the Rebirth Church who was aware of the background, the other students didn’t regard his status with such consideration.
Although the Saint of Nirvana had attained the pinnacle of the Protoss Royal Academy through his strength, he had always used his absolute dominance to make people afraid of provoking him, never relying on his position as the Saint of Nirvana to intimidate others.
And quite clearly, the current Saint of Hegemony did not possess such a deterrent force.
"Their fanatical devotion to raze life in pursuit of something greater is lacking. They seem more like demons under a guise, manipulated by an external force. They have no true faith in the Demon Race and such demons could not possibly be chosen to be members of the Demon King’s Special Slaughter Troops."
Lanci seemed as comfortable as a person quietly attending a public lecture from the back row.
Unmoved by the scrutiny and suspicion, he simply answered the enquiries leisurely.
Across the South Continent, he was a highly authoritative scholar on demon education, and his conjectures were not entirely impossible. After all, during the Blood Moon Bad World Era, the experiment field of the Huo Ning Empire developed a technique to disguise humans as demons to infiltrate the Demon World.
There seemed to be no real atmosphere for academic discussion in this classroom.
It was more overrun by an ideology and emotion. Many felt as if a spark had ignited upon hearing Lanci’s words.
"What do you know about demons? You aim to overturn the conclusions drawn by demon research scholars based on your delusions?"
"The demons you see now are mere domesticated imitations, far from the ferociousness of their earlier counterparts. Pureblood demons are not something you can understand with your shallow imagination. You should learn about the real demons from the Holy War a hundred years ago."
"Our Protoss Empire has always had the most advanced detection technology. If they were disguised demons, would they not be detected? Are you questioning the cumulative magic and institutional perfection of the entire Protoss Empire over the past hundred years? I suggest you read more books before you speak."
"Why are you all so excited? Regardless of whether he’s right or wrong, it’s just a conjecture. Is there no room for conjecture?"
The back row quickly became a target. Some were speaking for Lanci, or rather, two attitudes existed within this classroom. Someone just needed to take the lead, leading to the current situation.
"Everyone, there’s no need to debate these issues in class. We have Demon Race studies for the monthly assessment; you can use that opportunity to figure out who’s right and wrong."
Associate Professor Xido, behind the lectern, rubbed his forehead, seemingly tormented by the current chaos.
"Professor Xido, your stance is making me very uncomfortable."
A blonde noble girl sneered, speaking arrogantly to Xido.
At this time, playing mediator undoubtedly sided with the weaker party.
Or rather, compared to the pro-war and anti-demon right-wing, the conservative left-wing lacked the position and privilege to speak.
"Miss Anfis, I believe as a scholar, I need to analyze and view things objectively, instead of interpreting everything based on my subjective feelings."
Xido sighed and spread his hands in resignation.
However, it didn’t help. The classroom was in more and more of a mess.
Some of the upperclassmen in the room did not take Associate Professor Xido seriously at all.
This was just a curse credit elect, and Xido himself was no powerful figure, his combat skills were laughable indeed.
"Students, at least the Demon Race understands the need to abide by classroom etiquette. You all claim to look down upon the Demon Race, but your basic conduct as students is far worse than theirs. Perhaps you are overestimating yourselves."
Lanci’s voice was very calm.
In the ongoing uproar, his voice was as steady as ripples on the surface of water. And yet, despite how little he spoke, his words still attracted quite a few hostile looks from the students because of their contents.
"Do you, a servant nurtured by the Demon Race, dare to speak?"
The golden-haired lady narrow her eyes, asking Lanci rudely.
It seemed that she had long since seen through him. He was Zestira’s servant.
"A servant of the Demon Race?"
"No wonder."
The classroom became increasingly chaotic, with Lanci drawing all the fire as if he’s executed a mass-mocking skill.
Gloria’s direct troops, who sat not far away, frowned.
This blonde-arm aristocratic lady, who bore particular malice towards Lanci, was named Anfis Campelt. She came from a rich Campelt family and boasted decent strength among the second-year students.
Yet, the rule in this school was-the stronger you are, the greater your power.
If Lanci possessed the terrifying strength of the previous Saintess of Hegemony, undoubtedly, Anfis would not dare to utter a word.
Gloria still didn’t understand why the Bishop of Hegemony chose a weakling.
"The fact that you serve the Demon Race is problematic enough, and your current comments could completely prove your severe pro-demon bias!"
Blonde noblewoman Anfis showed no intention of letting Lanci off today. She wanted to uproot Zestira’s demon servant.
If Lanci dared to refute her a few more times, she was sure she’d find a way to frame him with a charge.
Wilford’s theory was indeed useful, especially for aristocrats who stand on the side of the mainstream trend.
As the tension was nearing the breaking point, everyone assumed that Xido, who was standing on the podium, was at his wit’s end.
Xido simply sat down, took out a bag of potato chips from his briefcase, and enjoyed them while watching the argument unfold.
However, Lanci just smiled faintly.
He looked seriously at his opponent.
"Student Anfis, I’m now suspecting that you are an anti-war lobbyist, trying to incite disunity within the empire. Do you know the proportion of mixed-race soldiers in the current empire’s troops? By promoting confrontation between the aristocrats and alien races at this critical juncture, and magnifying conflicts to create internal strife, what are you really up to? What is the purpose of your words? Does your family have any dubious ties with the Aestheland Kingdom?"
Lanci gestured towards Anfis, appearing to be a nobly-minded individual concerned about the state of the empire.
"..."
Suddenly, all around it went silent.
"I..."
Anfis’s throat twitched, as if she was dry-mouthed and could not speak. Lanci’s questioning one after another had left her somewhat confused.
For a short time, the spacious history classroom was utterly silent, and many students bowed their heads with black faces, like pots.
Miss Anfis was merely trying to label Lanci, and in return, he nearly got her entire family on the reporting list.
"Wait, isn’t he that Rocky McCarthy, the ruthless guy who dared to report the Nirvana Branch?"
Someone suddenly realized the problem.
The servant of the demon nobility among the freshman students...
There seems to be only one.
The guy who reported the Rebirth Church under his real name last week.
This guy has a pure disregard for death, a little weird, even the Nirvana Branch didn’t retaliate against him.
Those who had previously targeted Lanci immediately hunkered down, fearing to be noticed by him. Nobody dared to compare their family’s background with that of the slightly demented terrorists of the Nirvana Branch.
"..."
Seeing the classroom atmosphere abruptly harmonize again, Gloria’s direct soldier fell silent.
Although the approach that the Saint of Hegemony used to win over the Protoss Royal Academy students was diametrically different from that of the Saint of Nirvana - the Saint of Nirvana went the student route, while the Saint of Hegemony went the principal route.
However, looking from the results, he truly managed to get the other students to fear messing with him.
This guy seems to be an era’s son.
He is just like Wilford himself.
