I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

A school bell rang, followed by Western classical music that drifted melodiously through the solemn academic courtyard.

Soon, students, chatting and laughing, emerged from the various teaching buildings.

Amidst the crowd, Lucia, dressed in a blue scholar's robe and carrying a thick book in her arms, walked side by side with Shanara.

She has completely blended in; there is no difference between her and the rest of the place.

It was the end of the first long class in the afternoon, but since it was Saturday, most of the scheduled classes had already finished.

So people easily rushed back to their dorms or left campus to enjoy a relaxing time during the week.

However, Lucia had to rush to the next classroom to take another course alone, without taking a break.

Two months passed, and Lucia had gotten used to it.

"Do you need me to get you dinner tonight?" Shana stretched and asked, squinting her eyes, as she prepared to return to her dorm.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Shanara chuckled, "See you tonight."

The two waved goodbye.

The afternoon sun is at its gentlest, casting a golden glow that makes you feel lazy.

Lucia couldn't help but stretch her petite body.

What she likes most are these rare large classes that she can attend each week, perhaps because of the feeling of being immersed in the crowd.

With some time before class, Lucia strolled leisurely through the Academy, her feet clad in black socks and little leather shoes.

People walked past one after another.

Busy times always fly by, and two months have already passed in the blink of an eye.

Lucia has to get up at 5:30 every day. Apart from a two-hour break at noon, she studies straight until 10 p.m. When she gets back to her dorm, she reads for a while and asks Shanara a lot of questions before she can turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Even the most hardworking model student, Shanara, exclaimed that this person was like a nuclear-powered donkey.

Lucia didn't feel much, except that she was so tired that she felt like her body no longer belonged to her, and she just wanted to fall asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed.

On the one hand, this level of intensity is nothing compared to her most difficult times before, at least she no longer has to worry about food and drink to survive.

Instead, a subtle sense of happiness arises from the hardship, and there are differences between different kinds of hardship.

On the other hand, it's because of Chief Mien.

Whenever she unconsciously wanted to indulge in this feeling of happiness, Mien's image would appear in her mind.

It jolted her awake.

Subconsciously, she gripped the Saintess's Wand that Mien had given her, and memories of her days in Iron Can Street, the disasters brought by the Secret Cult, and her promise to Mien flashed before her eyes...

This kept her at a distance from everything around her.

Especially when you want to be lazy.

For example, right now, while she was happily strolling during recess, she suddenly had the hallucination of seeing Mien not far ahead.

A familiar figure smiled under the sweet cherry tree, as if waiting for him.

It's just like the cover of Shana magazine!

After walking a few more steps, it seemed like it wasn't a hallucination...

It is alive.

Lucia slowed her pace, lowered her head slightly, and looked up at Mien like a child caught doing something wrong.

The distance kept shrinking until they reached Mien.

"Lord Mien."

"Where are we going?" Mien asked.

"I'm going to Building 3 for Professor Kiran's basic alchemy array class."

How's your understanding of the recent lessons going?

Her consistent efforts have given her some confidence:

"I have completed all the basic courses and caught up with the previous year's students. However, my application and test-taking skills are still insufficient. The teachers at Yingli are arranging courses and training for me to prepare for the assessment."

Mien smiled and said, "I knew you would do a good job."

Lucia thought she had misheard. For some reason, Mien seemed unusually gentle today. She wondered if it was just her imagination.

"Thank you, Lord Mien."

"You don't need to call me 'sir' anymore. Just call me Teacher Mien from now on." Mien reached out and brushed the fallen leaves off Lucia's shoulder.

"Would you like to go for afternoon tea?"

"What?... " Lucia was shocked. Would Mien really say that?

Afternoon tea... Although Mien knew there were several cafes in the Academy, he had only heard of them, never seen them, and never been to one.

Mien remained patient and repeated, "Would you like to come have afternoon tea with me?"

"But what about Professor Kieran...?"

"I've already told him that today's class will be canceled."

"Okay...okay," Lucia replied timidly.

"Let's go." Mien smiled after hearing the response and led her directly to the lakeside café at the Academy.

Lucia wondered if there was something important to tell her, but Mien's relaxed demeanor made it seem unlikely.

Walking on a narrow path, a tall figure in front of me leads the way; I just need to follow.

Mien has been busy investigating Valgon City, trying to figure out the relationships between the characters and the plans.

But this time the situation was clearly different from that on Iron Can Street. They were hiding behind the tavern and did not make any conspicuous moves.

Because these gangs often gathered in the tavern, outsiders no longer entered, making it difficult for investigators to infiltrate; everything remained hidden.

He remained extremely restrained in public, and aside from the usual gang conflicts and murders caused by debt collection, there were only two incidents involving supernatural energy, where he was cursed.

It was also an isolated incident, stemming from personal grudges, and it's difficult to dig deeper into the matter.

The scholars immediately used the magic ring developed by Hein to successfully control the sacrificial curse, which went unnoticed.

However, despite investing a great deal of manpower and resources over a long period of time, no valuable clues were found.

However, recently, several groups from the two gangs have been gathering at the tavern more and more frequently, both in frequency and scale, as if they were organizing something.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Phyllis was keeping a close eye on things and would notify Mien immediately of any movement, which still made Mien uneasy.

Even more alarming, scholars stationed in the remote Mozambique Bay have also discovered unusual phenomena and are currently investigating them.

Although there was no apparent connection to the Covenant Truth Cult or Valgon City, they were clearly not the type that could be easily dealt with in the past.

Mien had a vague feeling that everything around him was rapidly declining, and the changes the empire was about to face might no longer be gradual, but rather erupt suddenly.

This forced him to consider changing his strategy: perhaps he could no longer remain behind the scenes forever as before.

Both themselves and the academic academy behind them will become more proactive.

They even gradually rose to the forefront of the Cassirer Empire...

Thinking of this, Mien turned her head and saw the innocent yet timid expression on the girl's face beside her.

With her head slightly bowed, happiness made her steps light, and she seemed to be thinking about something in her little head.

Lucia also needs to, and even needs to, stand before the rest of the empire.