The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Class hasn't started yet, so you can talk if you want."

　"Professor Shikoti is amazing!" one student exclaimed, unable to contain himself. "Your duel was truly magnificent. Mr. Troll is no match for you!"

　"Giant?" Xing Mo tilted his head.

　"Professor Morgue is like an angry giant when she's against us," murmured the fat boy. "She speaks so harshly that no one likes her."

　"And she's not that great!" a girl said. "She's nowhere near as good as Professor Shikoti."

　It seems like the students have a lot of resentment towards Mogué...

　Xing Mo smiled faintly and said:

　"Since Professor Mogu'e has become a professor, he must have received Professor Sphinx's approval. Please be kind to him."

　"No," a girl shook her head, "I heard..."

　"What you hear may not be true," Xing Mo blinked, "just like those rumors about me. If you hadn't seen me in person, wouldn't you have thought those words were true?"

　After she said this, most of the students became thoughtful.

　Out of the corner of her eye, Xingmo caught a glimpse of Nanali's eyes flickering, as if she was avoiding something.

　The little girl is not in a good mental state today...

　As I was thinking this, a girl spoke up:

　"Professor Shikoti, I...I have a question for you, is that okay?"

　"Of course." Xing Mo nodded.

　"Excuse me...are you really an angel?"

　"Don't I look like one?" Xingmo smiled.

　"I...I don't know either. After all, we haven't seen angels on earth, but..."

　"But angels mostly only exist in myths and church murals, right?"

　Xingmo paced around the podium with her hands clasped behind her back.

　Her eyes swept over the students and she saw awe and curiosity on their faces.

　"I'm sorry I can't show my wings to prove this

　A little, because you may not be able to withstand such spiritual pressure."

　"However, if you trust me, I can share my reasons with you."

　"Most of the rumors revolve around the fact that I haven't taken over power. Some people think an earthly angel should be the leader of a kingdom, while others think a kingdom protected by earthly angels can't be attacked by someone like Stonek Thayne."

　"If these two questions require an answer, my answer is also very simple."

　Xingmo stopped and faced the students:

　"Because what I wish to protect is the free will of mortals."

　"I hope everyone can make choices according to their own wishes, follow their hearts, and bear the consequences, rather than being ruled by me alone and deciding everyone's future and tomorrow."

　"I am moving from the mortal world to the heavens, so I am more like you and I love everything ordinary in this world more."

　After Xingmo finished speaking, applause suddenly broke out in the classroom.

　First one or two people, then there was a round of applause.

　"Did I say something good...?" Xingmo muttered with a faint smile on his face.

　Amidst the waves of applause, Xingmo saw the only person who was not clapping—Nunali, who lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

　Xing Mo looked at her thoughtfully, then clapped his hands and said loudly:

　"Alright! It's time for class! Today we'll be split into pairs for sparring, starting with the basic logic of dueling!"

　""

　At the classroom door, Mogu'e leaned against the wall with a ferocious look on his face.

　"Why are you pretending to be a saint..." She clenched her fists tightly, "You're just a demigod at best, why are you pretending to be an angel on earth..."

　She heard what the students said and what Shikoti Amra said.

　She recalled the day when Professor Sphinx informed her that Shikoti Amura would be taking her place for a few classes. The roar she had let out was like the sound of a bell:

　"Let her? You're kidding! I won't accept it!"

　"That's an angel on earth, Mogu..."

　"An angel who has never demonstrated her power? Do you know her reputation in the Chamber of Commerce?"

　"...Any being beyond demigod can see her status with just one glance. You don't need to question it. She simply loves peace and mortals..."

　"I know people in your position need to speak nicely, but don't expect to convince me with rumors like this!"

　Do not believe.

　Still don't want to believe it?

　Mogué had thought about this problem before, but she eventually gave up thinking about it.

　She recalled what the old gentleman had said that day when she got up from the bed, sweating profusely, and wrapped herself in clothes:

　"Okay, go away, and don't have anything to do with me anymore..."

　"Your ambition has exceeded your ability. Being a servant is barely acceptable... Being my mistress is too poor. As for being a teacher... If that will shut you up, I will arrange for you to be the teacher."

　Perel Larsen picked up the wine on the table and shook it gently:

　"Also, I don't recommend comparing you to Ophelia Thain. Consider this advice from the older generation."

　"You want so much, but you're not qualified enough."

　“Not qualified.”

　Applause, flowers, praise.

　Before, it always revolved around Ophelia Thain, the girl who was always ahead of her in the queue...

　The girl who gave the graduation speech.

　She betrayed so much and finally managed to stand on the podium...

　Now, those things have been snatched away by Shikoti Amra.

　In a trance, Mogu found himself in an empty classroom.

　She gritted her teeth and squatted down beside the podium, scratching her scalp while whispering:

　"I can't lose... I can't lose... I can't lose..."

Chapter 633 Greedy Crawling (Part 9) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　"Shh-"

　"Shh-"

　Nanali waved her wand continuously, and golden starlight flashed and flew towards Xingmo on the opposite side.

　Xingmo easily avoided it, occasionally raising his wand to shatter the starlight.

　"It's not precise enough, use your inspiration to control it."

　"Very good, that's a good shot, but the trajectory could use some correction—use your inspiration and look me straight in the face."

　"Shh-"

　Xingmo swung his wand, shattering the starlight, and looked at Nunnally opposite with a smile.

　The girl was panting, looking extremely tired.

　Xing Mo walked forward, took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, then turned to the classmates and said:

　"Using inspiration to control the trajectory of the projectile is more suitable for string magic attacks that have a certain amount of spiritual power, such as Starlight String and Ice String. For non-physical string magic attacks like Gravity String and Fire String, it is relatively difficult to accurately control the trajectory with spiritual power, so it relies more on initial aiming."

　"Now, just like before, practice in pairs. Go ahead."

　""

　Xingmo looked around the crowd, glancing at Nunnally from time to time.

　She saw the girl absentmindedly practicing with her partner, dropping her wand from time to time.

　She has something on her mind.

　Xing Mo glanced at her calmly, then continued to wander among the students.

　Soon, as the bell rang, Xingmo clapped his hands:

　"That's all for today's class. The homework is to go back and practice freely.

　""

　After class, Nunnally hurriedly stuffed her things into her backpack, stood up, and prepared to leave the classroom.

　At this time, Xing Mo called her:

　"Nunari-san."

　Nanali turned around and met Xingmo's smiling face.

　"Professor Shikoti..." Nunnally swallowed, "Is there something wrong?"

　"Come and talk to me?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

　"Talk...about what?"

　"About your father."

　Xing Mo smiled slightly:

　"Don't be nervous, I won't eat children."

　In the terrace restaurant, Ophelia is enjoying afternoon tea.

　Afternoon wine, to be exact.

　Opposite her, Alia was writing a letter with a focused look on her face.

　Seeing her writing so seriously, Ophelia couldn't help but feel curious:

　"Little Alia, who is this letter for?"

　"To Bianca," Alya whispered. "She misses me terribly every time I'm away from the Citadel."

　"so."

　Ophelia smiled slightly, then turned her indifferent gaze to the outside of the terrace.

　There is almost no good weather in the wilderness where the Krista Magic Academy is located. The sky is always gloomy, and the emerald green fields sway in green waves under the wind.

　"Hasn't Miss Ophelia anyone to write to?" Alya suddenly asked.

　"I?"

　Ophelia was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

　Among the members of Section 1, her favorite is Alia. Maybe she found something in Alia that she also has.

　But this smile is somewhat bitter:

　"Am I worthy?"

　"Eh?"

　Alya raised her head and looked at Ophelia with some confusion;

　"Why do you say you're...unworthy?"

　"I've done too many bad things," Ophelia shook her head. "Little Arya, you weren't in the Citadel during the Holy War, so you don't know what happened then. Even if you heard about it later, you probably couldn't imagine what it was like."

　"Honestly, even now I still have nightmares occasionally. I dream about those congressmen who died at the dinner table. I dream that they picked up the table knife, pressed me to the ground, stabbed me in the chest again and again, disemboweled me, chopped off my limbs, ate them, and finally killed me..."

　"They were all wailing, wailing my name, telling me I was nothing but a hopeless sinner, that I shouldn't be alive, that I should be dead."

　"I am indeed dead," Ophelia raised her head and looked at the dark clouds, "I am dead, but I am back..."

　"That was the will of the Star Sea Goddess. She wants me to live and atone for my sins. I will spend the rest of my life atonement."

　"How can a person who is redeeming himself be qualified to love or possess others?"