In Sibyl Magic Academy, within the noisy, fan-shaped tiered classroom...
The old professor on the podium was teaching Magic Source Number Theory;
The blackboard writing, with the professor's gestures, changed like a sand painting.
In the large classroom of over a hundred people, the air was thick with the scent of parchment and pine, murky and stagnant, making one feel drowsy.
For high-level theoretical classes like this, without Lilith explaining by his side, Mil found it difficult to keep up with the teacher's pace.
But unfortunately, Lilith had been taken for a magic attribute inspection.
She had advanced too quickly...
Although the teachers and professors all knew Lilith was the Duke's daughter, it was still hard not to suspect if she had touched a forbidden art?
One must know, a Magician advancing to First Tier at 20 years old was already a top-tier student;
Even among exceptionally gifted Black Magicians, no one had advanced to Fourth Tier before the age of 30.
And the group of classmates behind Mil were always buzzing like flies...
The focus of their discussion was Lilith's advancement to Fourth Tier Magician.
If you don't study, others still need to, right?
Even if he obtained his other half—the chaos holy stone—these knowledge and theories still had to be learned;
And by then, time might be even tighter.
After a class, Mil didn't understand anything, but instead caught up on some good sleep...
After class, he was woken up by Lilith's admirer, George, who patted him:
"Mil, don't sleep, hurry up and go!"
"Class is over? Ah..."
"Didn't you hear just now? The Headmaster issued a school-wide summons, telling everyone to gather in the Grand Auditorium."
No need to guess, it must be about Lilith...
The Grand Auditorium of Sibyl Magic Academy was said to be built with the ribs of giants, a massive dome-shaped structure;
Overall, it resembled a giant library, or a smaller stadium.
Mil went with the flow, following the crowded people into the auditorium...
In the very center of the rostrum, there was a giant magic sphere, composed of countless metal rings, similar to an armillary sphere, emitting brilliant light like the sun.
However, just as he entered the Grand Auditorium...
Mil was suddenly surrounded by a group of lower-grade students walking towards him;
From their attire, they should be fifth-graders—16 to 17 years old.
At the head was a white-haired young man, behind him, a large group of girls clustered...
Those girls had shy smiles on their faces, and their eyes, looking at the young man, were filled with adoration and admiration.
"Mil, hello. I am Fafner, the Second Prince of the Stryojun Royal Family."
Although he took the initiative to greet him, he showed no intention of shaking hands. Mil nodded in response:
"Hello."
The young man named Fafner was not tall, only reaching Mil's chin;
He held his head slightly up, but his gaze was very low;
Mil always felt that he wasn't talking to him, but rather greeting his 'junior'.
Young man, did you get the main subject wrong?
He draped his school uniform jacket over his shoulders, one hand in his pocket, and his flowing white slanted bangs, neither long nor short, just covered his right eye.
However, Mil quickly noticed two white dragon horns, with the texture of chalcedony, hidden among his fluffy white hair...
Dragonborn?
Fafner made a fist with one hand, covered his mouth, cleared his throat, and spoke:
"Ahem, you... are Miss Alice's brother, right? Give her this letter. I've reserved the VIP room at Evanheim Palace tonight."
Saying that, he pulled out a letter from his Pregnant, held it with two fingers, and handed it to Mil.
Fafner's voice was sharp and thin—Dragonborn have longer lifespans, and their voice-changing period is much later.
But as soon as he spoke, the girls behind him let out cries of lament, one after another, pushing his shoulder and complaining:
"Hmm~ Ah! Fafner! How could you do this? So biased!"
Mil frowned, took the letter, and for some reason, an unknown anger surged in his heart.
Fafner waved his hand, and they instantly fell silent, then he brushed his bangs and continued to speak to Mil:
"Remember, only Alice can read this letter. Also, tell her for me, no matter what happens, she is not allowed to break the appointment."
Mil's eye twitched uncontrollably...
Seeing Mil not speaking for a long time, Fafner frowned and raised his voice in warning:
"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?!"
His voice was already thin, and when he raised it, it became even sharper...
It proved that when a person is speechless to a certain extent, they really will laugh out loud.
Love letter?
Mil was very familiar with this!
So, Mil, with an excited smile, cleared his throat and suddenly howled:
"What—?! You actually wrote a love letter to Saint Alice—!"
The originally noisy Grand Auditorium instantly fell silent, and two thousand pairs of eyes looked over.
Fafner's face instantly flushed, and dragonborn scales appeared from his neck to his cheeks:
"Crude person! You, can't you speak softer?!"
Mil didn't care about him, he tore open the letter and read aloud:
"Dear Golden Star, Radiant Moon, Miss Alice, hello! On that year, that month, that day, just one glance, your smile lingered in my mind, never fading!"
"Who allowed you to read it! Give it back to me!"
"I don't understand why my heart is always difficult to... calm? Calm, this word is misspelled."
"Bastard..."
Fafner cursed under his breath, rushing up to snatch it, but Mil, with zero-frame initiation, cast a Wind Magic Barrier:
"Please remember, the one who exchanged glances with you multiple times on Throne Angel Bridge is the Second Prince of Saint Dragon Kingdom, Fafner Platinumwing Stryojun, (Sibyl Magic Academy's most handsome boy)."
After he finished reading, the entire hall burst into laughter...
The magic academy's academic system was very long; from awakening magic talent at 12 years old, one had to study until 24 years old to complete the entire magic theory system;
But the number of students in the school was not large, averaging over a hundred people per grade, with all teachers and students combined, just over two thousand.
Mil lightly released his hand, and the letter, carried by wind magic, blew onto Fafner's face, and he sneered:
"You wrote this at 16? It's not as good as what I came up with at 12."
At this moment, Fafner's face was already red like a tomato, and he cursed furiously:
"Mil! I'm telling you, you've provoked the person you shouldn't have! You're finished!"
After saying that, he tore the letter to shreds, turned and left, and the teachers nearby couldn't stop him.
Mil, meanwhile, let out a long breath:
"Hmph, little monkey..."
After Fafner left, half of his little fan girls chased after him, while the other half chattered at Mil...
Mil didn't bother to pay attention.
A moment later, the Headmaster appeared, and unsurprisingly, began to speak about Lilith...
Lilith, holding her gilded skirt, stepped onto the auditorium's red carpet, her snow-white skin faintly visible beneath her sage's robe;
An emerald hair ornament held her brown hair in a lazy Grecian bun.
After some praise, the Headmaster, in front of all the teachers and students, placed the Fourth Tier Magician's hat on Lilith;
And presented her with a golden-state Fourth Tier wind magic stone.
