le and translucent in the moonlight.She was like someone who had fought with all their might but was met with utter despair. Hope finally shattered into pieces, unable to be pieced back together.So,...Chapter 200: Loren hadn't yet realized the severity of the problem.

In the realm of Ictere, autumn's morning dawned. Following the receding fury of the tempestuous night, dawn gently unfurled its tapestry across the horizon.

The buildings in the city were adorned with glistening raindrops, which sparkled like countless jewels under the sunlight.

The sun slanted onto the red brick teaching building of Ictere College, the edges of the light particularly warm.

"Still, I think the Ikelite Academy is better. No need to worry about anything."

A young man in a black, classical suit, his face slightly tired, walked down the school's tree-lined path with a cup of coffee and a morning paper in hand.

He appeared harmless, not even a hint of magical energy emanating from him. Yet, anyone who saw the holy glow etched onto his buttons and collar could tell he was a high-ranking cleric.

The corridors of the Icterus Academy were paved with damp fallen leaves. Autumn had begun to paint them crimson, and the rain made their colors even more vibrant. Every step produced a soft "crackle," like the melody of autumn.

Lore walked along the school path towards the main building of the Sage's Academy. Each ancient structure, weathered by countless storms and sunrises, displayed a profound depth and texture. The red brick walls, glistening after the rain, bore the marks of time and whispered tales of ages past.

On the green lawn in front of the Sage's Tower Library, several parrots hopped about searching for food, occasionally stopping to tilt their heads and watch the passing students, becoming a picturesque part of the scene themselves.

"Today is another day filled with hope."

Lauren thought.

Soon, Loren arrived at the main building of the Sage's Academy.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the warm air inside the teaching building immediately rushed towards you, forming a stark contrast to the chill of the early autumn morning outside. In the hallway, one or two students were hunched over their books, reading hurriedly, or whispering to each other. Upon seeing Lauren, they immediately raised their heads and bowed, showing respect.

"Dean Loren... good morning!"

Good morning.

Lauren nodded slightly in response, then walked to her office upstairs.

Each step is slightly antiquated, but absolutely solid, having withstood the test of time. Touching the handrail, you can feel the wood grain and the warmth it has acquired over the years. At the corner of the stairs, stained glass windows in a church-like style cast dappled light onto the corridor.

Before reaching the office, Lauren felt a sense of coming home. Her desk was piled high with books and documents, accompanied by the fresh scent of incense near the window.

He placed the coffee and newspaper on the table, settled comfortably into a chair, let out a sigh, and for a moment, the whole world fell silent.

Despite holding both the weighty roles of church leader and hospital director, he is not actually a workaholic.

But sometimes, the only way Lauren could escape those troublesome personal matters was to keep herself busy with work.

"By the way, we also need to arrange a time for that Gold Rank Card Maker girl to observe [Primal Tablet - Wind] at the Sage's Courtyard."

Lauren sipped her coffee, lost in thought.

He was still a little surprised by the fact that he was a gold-level card maker in his second year.

But because of Lance, Loren now actually feels "that's all there is to it."

But he remembered seeing Karen, the royal cardmaster from Aloran Royal Academy, a few days ago. He felt a strange similarity between her and Lance.

...it's not about their talents, but rather their temperament or aura....

But besides those green eyes, Loren couldn't say where else she resembled anything.

Never mind, that young girl seems to have a pretty good personality. There's no need to compare her to Lance like that.

While Lauren was quietly enjoying the rare peace, two soft knocks came at the office door.

Loren raised his head and looked at the doorway with his gentle eyes, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and a girl with a serene and composed expression walked in. She carried a briefcase in both hands, just like a business executive.

"Good morning, Dr. Loren."

Asina, the student council vice president's voice was as sweet as a nightingale's, carrying a touch of natural charm. It sounded like spring water splashing on stone, crisp and melodious.

She was an outstanding student at the Academy of Wisdom and a great help to the teachers, often responsible for handling matters between the school and students.

"Good morning, Asana."

Loren smiled and nodded, motioning for her to sit down.

Aside from having little interest in magic, Asana is an exemplary student of the Academy of Wisdom in every other way.

Of course, even if Asuna only put little thought into the Sages' Academy assignments, she was still the best in her year when it came to practical combat skills.

Although many noble courtiers saw Ashna with pity, feeling that Lauren had ruined her.

But Lauren felt that was fine.

If you want to be a chef, then go for it.

Lauren didn't think it was a bad thing to waste such extraordinary talent. If a young person had a choice, happiness and joy were the most important things.

As educators, we only need to guide students to understand the complexity of the world and should not forcibly decide their future for them.

Asana politely nodded to Lauren, then stood opposite the table. She opened her folder, took out the material inside, and began to give Lauren a detailed and organized report on the student council and school work, which she knew inside and out.

In the distance, the bell tower chimes sounded on time, their voices echoing through the campus, reminding every student that time is fleeting, but knowledge and pursuit will never cease.

I understand.

As the church bells faded, Loren also finished listening to Asuna's brief description and nodded.

He leaned back in his seat, sipping his coffee thoughtfully. He seemed a little perplexed.

"Aysana, I feel like there have been more rumors about me going around at school lately."

Lauren felt like some students today seemed to tense up and stop talking when they saw her, as if they were whispering about her.

Then he asked Asana.

Which version are you referring to

Asna asked.

What

How come there are still several versions

Tell me about the latest version.

Loren straightened up, sensing that something was wrong.

They say you and Lady Juliana's relationship has always been ambiguous, pretending to be at odds only to confuse your group of fiancées. In reality, the two of you secretly meet every once in a while under the guise of business. You have a special fondness for Lady Juliana, and with sweet words, you manage to satisfy dozens of fiancées, making them fall for you. Students now call you the "Saint of Love" and say that next time you meet with Lady Juliana, you'll definitely win her over.

Loreen nearly spilled the coffee in her hand when she heard it.

There are two more chapters coming up, and today is a triple update.

(The End)

[ ]r friend"Lance seemed to have finished a stage of work, closed the book in his hand for the time being, and raised his head again to ask."Who are you"Upon hearing this, Zethira retorted without hesita...