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A minor figure like Loren.
Today’s opponent is Juliana.
Come on, Dean Loren, to whom we’ve pinned great hopes.
The girl with light blue hair was sitting at an open-air café on the street corner, writing in her notebook, sipping iced coffee as if she were on vacation.
The young journalist had a Magic Energy Recording Camera hanging around her neck and two work badges pinned to her chest.
Lavisseir was not only the secretary of the student council but also a reporter for the "Hutton Times".
It was 8:10 am on Saturday morning.
From time to time, she glanced towards the distant walking plaza.
Under a large tree far away, next to the circular wooden seats, stood a young man who seemed somewhat uneasy.
"Kukulka, the nature of a journalist isn’t too different from that of a detective. We can’t focus our attention on eighth-order strongmen when we track them, or we’ll be easily discovered. We can only appear just right in the not-too-close, not-too-distant business district, doing our own thing, and let luck take its course in recording. Anyway, let’s pretend we are out just for fun today, and it doesn’t matter whether we get anything or not,"
Lavisseir raised her head and spoke to the dark-haired schoolgirl sitting across her own table.
In order to find out information about Dean Loren and Miss Juliana, Lavisseir had been fully engaged in handling student council affairs in recent days and had extensive interactions with the Royal Arolan Academy’s academic visitation team, finally deducing the time Juliana would meet Loren for their appointment.
And during this, her adorable underclassman, the exchange student Kukulka from Royal Arolan Academy, had been a great help.
Kukulka was now an intern at the Hutton Daily, and the editor had assigned her to Lavisseir for guidance.
"Sister, I’ve got it,"
The girl with deep red hair nodded, a look of disgust for Loren filling her eyes as she looked down.
This man was finally unable to restrain his desires and would make his move on Lady Juliana today.
Pervert...
She thought with fear and loathing.
"It’s a pity that Frey isn’t here, otherwise I wouldn’t need to investigate personally for such matters. I could just entrust it to him and get all the information,"
Lavisseir, seeing that her underclassman Kukulka was very nervous about going undercover for the first time today, changed the subject and sighed.
The cute younger student had been missing since this semester began.
Besides being noble, he basically had no flaws.
He seemed to have received a commission from his teacher, Dean Sphintos of Knight College, allegedly related to the disappearance of his senior, Duke Migaya. It was unclear if it was a joke.
After all, even if Frey was incredible, he couldn’t possibly really track down clues about Duke Migaya, could he?
"Frey..."
Kukulka had a faint recollection of this name. Before coming to Ichrite Academy, she had heard of the deeds of this school’s student council.
"Next time when he returns, you can hire him for any investigation you want. As long as the money is right, he can generally get it done,"
Lavisseir gave Kukulka a brief introduction to Frey’s services.
"Good, that would be wonderful..."
Kukulka clenched her fists as if she had received important intelligence.
"Shh, here they come,"
It seemed she noticed someone approaching from another direction.
Lavisseir immediately signaled Kukulka to be quiet.
...
Ichrite walking plaza, in the bustling urban commercial area, already had many people passing through on a weekend morning.
A man stood quietly at the appointed place, his eyes occasionally scanning hurried pedestrians, occasionally staring into the distance.
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Loren was dressed casually today, looking neat and stylish—a striking contrast to his usual dignified appearance in a black shirt, adding an air of dashing masculinity to his look.
"Coach, is this really okay?"
Loren muttered almost inaudibly to himself.
His workload had been piling up mountain-high these days.
He had scraped together this day off with great difficulty, managing to carve out some time for himself to keep his appointment with Juliana.
However, today also happened to be the day the Knight Commander of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny wanted to meet with him.
A dear friend had come from afar, unsure of how long he would stay at Ichrite Academy; Loren didn’t know how to excuse himself. If he refused his life-and-death friend for a date, his friend would surely be extremely disappointed.
Besides, at any moment he might receive a message calling him back to deal with matters at the Church alongside the Bingxue Witch.
Lately, the Bingxue Witch had been covering for him at the Church, and if he were to just drop everything and leave, it would seem utterly absurd.
If the Bingxue Witch found out that Loren had left all his work to her while he went out on a date for the entire day, she would definitely be very angry.
Just the thought of the Bingxue Witch’s cold expression made Loren start to feel afraid.
[Don’t worry, just follow the schedule I’ve made for you.]
The voice of the Love Guru came through the Invisible Magic Earpiece.
These past few days, Loren had been seeking help from this mysterious coach.
He could say the coach was his last lifeline.
[Focus on your date with Juliana first. Take her to the theater and keep her occupied in the audience. Find an opportunity to slip away to meet with the Knight Commander, then hurry back and continue your date with Miss Juliana. If necessary, say you need to use the restroom, leaving Juliana to wait for you, then rush back to the Church after dealing with the matters and make sure you don’t let the Bingxue Witch leave the Goddess Church’s Temple.]
The Love Guru advised through the earpiece.
"Isn’t this a bit too risky..."
The more Loren thought about it, the more fearful he became.
Theoretically, his itinerary had become so complex it looked like a hybrid flowchart, with several tasks to do at each time point, not a single step could go wrong.
To facilitate his movements back and forth, the meeting places for today’s date were all chosen near the Church of the Goddess of Destiny’s temple in Ichrite.
Travelling from one spot to another, with his speed in Wind Magic, he could arrive within a minute’s time.
If it hadn’t been for the coach’s plan, he would never have even considered such a whimsical possibility.
[Managing the extreme inevitably comes with corresponding risks. The only way to accommodate everyone’s demands is to have them all in the same place, yet make sure they won’t see each other.]
The Love Guru taught.
"..."
Loren was silent.
This was beyond the extreme.
Are there really people who dare to date like this in reality?
[Isn’t your goal to satisfy everyone? How can you be prepared without a firm resolution?]
The coach continued to ask Loren.
"...Okay."
After agonizing over it, Loren seemed to have made his decision, his eyes becoming resolute.
What made him feel ashamed was that during these past few days of learning from the Love Guru—who asked many questions about the lady’s preferences—he was unable to answer any of them.
He had never seen Juliana’s lifestyle; their previous interactions had almost always been official business or joint combat operations.
Fortunately, the coach was a person of great patience, ceaselessly teaching with responsibility and enthusiasm, which deeply moved him.
