NOVPUBThe Bingxue Witch and Miss Hyperion sat on the couch in the middle of the hall.
The dinner had been set up on the coffee table in front of them. The food was not abundant, but it was very exquisite. Most of it was made from soft and sticky pastries made from a mix of wheat flour, a special produce of the city of Gedalia, and dew. When lightly pressed, they would emit a faint floral fragrance. The snow-white exterior was sprinkled with fruit-brewed crushed ice, looking like a sparkling snowflake, each one shimmering with enticing brilliance.
Not long after, the teacher and student finished their meal together.
"Go and rest, there are more lessons waiting for you tomorrow."
The Bingxue Witch told Miss Hyperion with a smile.
"Okay, teacher. You should rest early too."
Miss Hyperion also bade farewell to the Bingxue Witch, got up, bowed to her again, and headed towards the exit of the hall.
During this period, Miss Hyperion spent almost every day with the Bingxue Witch. Sometimes it was special training, sometimes it was assisting the Bingxue Witch in dealing with church affairs like a secretary. In any case, she was being taken care of by the witch. A month had gone by and she had already become familiar with the capital city Gedalia.
The Bingxue Witch also mentioned in the letter she sent to Dean Loren about Miss Hyperion and Lanci, who had probably gone to the Protoss Empire on their own. But since the journey by sea is long, Dean Loren in Ekrite on the South Continent would need a bit of time to receive the confidential letter from the Church, even if everything went smoothly.
Upon leaving the hall and closing the hefty stone door, Miss Hyperion still immersed in the insights from her recent practice, walked slowly and heavily.
In the corridors of the temple, the soft light reflected on the ancient stone walls, making every stone pillar seem even more sacred and solemn.
"Miss Almis also gives the impression of a mature and steady adult woman..."
Miss Hyperion didn’t quite know why she thought of this.
Before and after she came to the Northern Continent, people were caring for her.
Although the Bingxue Witch and Tata came off as cold, their tenderness was apparent during their interactions with her.
Of course, they are also quite different.
The Bingxue Witch was gentle to everyone, but would reduce her interactions with those who were unfamiliar with her.
However, Tata was good to her only.
Miss Hyperion was a little confused about this aspect.
It was care from two mature women, indeed.
The impression the Bingxue Witch gave her was a respected teacher, while Tata felt more like a mother.
The more she thought about it, the more evident the discrepancy in the feelings. She wondered what these subtle details were that made the difference.
Either way, she found herself missing Tata a little.
She should finish her work quickly and return to Tata with Lanci. It is the calm and ordinary life that is truly valuable.
Tata must be busy operating the Boss Cat Restaurant with Senior Asina every day. She wondered how they were doing in Capital City Ekrite.
Walking down the corridor, Miss Hyperion was concerned about the people close to her heart and ran into several members of the clergy.
Each of them nodded or greeted Miss Hyperion amicably.
"Miss Hyperion, keep up the good work!"
A young female priest waved to her and encouraged her.
"I wish you a good night, Miss Hyperion."
Another older member of the temple’s civilian staff said warmly. 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
Miss Hyperion politely responded to each of them.
Finally, she arrived at the main gate of the temple.
The night had fallen, stars filled the wide sky. Miss Hyperion took a deep breath of the cool night air. She looked back at the towering temple with gratitude and determination. A slight smile appeared on her face as she stepped into the night.
Miss Hyperion was already a believer in the Goddess of Destiny. Now she has become the student of the church’s saintess, and is about to help the church complete a vital mission.
Upon Almis’s inquiry, she willingly took this opportunity to join the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.
It often requires a firm belief and tests to become a member of the clergy. And once a member of the clergy, one must work for the church and fulfill the duties of the clergy.
From a young age, Miss Hyperion had always wanted to be a noble clergy.
But when she was very young, numerous children had mocked her for being a half-demon and presuming to become a clergy.
This made her tread warily when she entered the temple in Ekrite, afraid to let others know what she had in mind.
Unexpectedly, she had now become a member of the Temple within the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in a foreign country.
Of course, the responsibility she shouldered was enormous.
This pressure drove her to strive relentlessly.
Another feat she achieved was that she could now use the Divine Arts.
However, her spirit attribute was on the lower side, and even with high faith, the effects of most auxiliary Divine Arts were not very impressive.
Lanci, on the other hand, had a high spirit attribute, but he did not believe in deities at heart, so he couldn’t use Divine Arts at all.
For Hyperion, offensive Divine Arts were somewhat effective, especially against evil side creatures.
Of course, using it on herself would also amplify the damage causing intense pain.
After learning to use Divine Arts, the first thing she did was to test it on herself.
Simply because she couldn’t find any other targets…and the fact that she, a half-demon, could use Divine Arts was miraculous enough…
"The Aestheland Kingdom is really great."
Walking on the verdant tree-lined paths of this forest city, Hyperion exclaimed.
Even without the status of Miss Duchess, people knew she was a mixed-blood demon but still treated her with respect.
She was very content in this kingdom.
Meanwhile, Lanci was in the Protoss Empire, to the south, a culture vastly different from Aestheland, filled with a somber sombreness.
She wondered how he was doing.
…
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Protoss Empire, Capital Herram, equally dimly lit.
The silent and cold atmosphere engulfed the academy on a winter’s night.
The group of buildings, made of dark grey stone and steel, looked particularly solemn and prominent nestled in the night’s shadows. Streetlamps illuminated the frost-covered walls, making them appear as dark as black jewels.
The clock on the tower was nearing seven.
With only two hours left in the twelve-hour long examination day, from nine in the morning to nine at night.
In the last period, any backstage interference authority will be suspended, and the examination site will be broadcasted to the whole school.
Generally speaking, these two hours are a great study reference for lower-grade students who did not participate in the examination.
Twelve hours is too long, but two hours is just right.
Usually, for most third-grade students, they wouldn’t care much about the monthly assessment day, unless they were interested in watching their juniors. They would occasionally look up at the passing scenes.
Today’s examination day was different.
A lot of upper-grade students had gathered in front of the magical fluorescent screen in the Central Building with a nice view of the broadcast, which surprised the lower-grade students.
"…"
In the crowd, many figures exchanged glances. Even without asking, they knew why the others were here.
A newcomer has irked them all in these past two days.
Upon learning that this rascal was participating in the monthly assessment as a noble’s servant, they immediately placed a bounty on Rocky McCarthy.
As more people gathered on the plaza in front of the Central Building, they finally realized that there may be hundreds of people who have anonymously put a bounty on Rocky McCarthy!
"This scoundrel really doesn’t fear offending people."
"No problem, the bigger the bounty, the more fun it’ll be."
"Haha, he’s probably in for a deadly chase."
The murmurs were incessant.
Some even began to sneer in anticipation; they were here to see just how this chap was being executed for his bounty.
