y several religious people, he took a deep breath and then tossed the cigarette butt into the sea.He tried his best to appear calm.Since the other party didn't directly kill him, it means there might...Chapter 381: Meeting of Hubert and Sigrid

Protos Royal Magic Academy North Side.

Moonlight filtering through the thick clouds cast a faint glow on the Groliria manor standing alone beside the street. The manor occupied the entire area, surrounded by a meticulously planned garden where the foliage glistened an emerald green in the moonlight. A gentle tinkling sound arose from the fountain pool as raindrops fell upon its surface.

The windows on the first floor of the mansion were covered by curtains, and only a sliver of light could be seen from the gaps, indicating that the people inside hadn't gone to sleep yet.

"You've worked hard all the way."

Lanci held an umbrella, leading Huberlyan along the school's path in the dead of night. Before them stood the residence of Grolia, their direct superior.

After sending Miraula back to the residence designated for them at Proto's Royal Academy of Magic by Earl Milford, Lance and Huberlian continued north, arriving near the Glorian family's home within minutes.

It's fine, everything went smoothly.

Huperly shook her head, she didn't want Lance to know about the dangers she encountered in the Box Mountain province, she was afraid Lance would go to help her take revenge on the Desolation Branch.

Upon careful recollection, every time I was bullied in that moment, Lance would always help me get revenge. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional on his part, but his motives always seemed noble, glorious, and right.

Even though Lanqi now holds a position of power in the Protoss Empire, one she hasn't fully come to terms with yet, she knows all too well the terrifying might of the Obliteration Bishop. He is a being so powerful that even her icy sorceress teacher finds him impossible to contend with.

Lancy smiled and nodded, as if she believed what he had said. With one hand, she pushed open the courtyard gate and held her umbrella over Huberly's head as they walked in together.

The courtyard's wet cobblestone path glittered under the moonlight. The rain fell softly, and the gentle footsteps were almost drowned out by the sound.

Hubert quietly followed Lance.

She didn't know why Ranch had come here right after returning to school, but she supposed he must have something important to do.

About Hellrom Prison, it seems I'll have to wait until I can be alone with him in a safe place before asking him about it.

Now, the Protoss Empire has resurrected its fanatical church as an official religion under ridiculous laws, while the Church of Destiny is labeled a cult.

However, Huberlian believed that Lynch, as a high-ranking official in the Empire, would agree to help their Goddess of Fate Church for the greater good.

Although she wasn't sure how much help Lancy would be willing to provide, the Snow Queen had repeatedly warned her not to trust any big figures in the Proto Empire. But Huberly was not worried at all that Lancy would betray her.

Because she couldn't even imagine Ranchi taking her to the cult's hideout one day and handing her over to those fanatics for judgment.

Two people arrived at Gloria's doorstep.

"Gloria, it's me."

Lanche lightly tapped on the door and said.

Soon, someone opened the mansion's door without even making a sound.

It is possible that the direct subordinate, Gloria, had been waiting behind the door when she discovered the commotion in the courtyard.

"You're back."

Gloria finally addressed Lance with respect, bowing slightly.

"……"

This actually made Lance a little uncomfortable.

Gloria's voice did not sound like the deference a student gives to a principal or an subordinate to their superior. Instead, it carried a sense of submission to her stepfather, as if she were just beginning to try and accept the relationship between her stepfather and mother.

Gloria observed Huberlian during the silence, realizing he was around her age. The slight apprehension she had felt gradually eased.

A holy son should only like women around thirty years old, and a young girl like Huberlyan is no threat to the bishop.

In the school, with so many young female students, Saint-son kept a sadly thick barrier between himself and them. Only the teacher had an irreplaceable closeness to Saint-son, which clearly demonstrated Saint-son's psychological age and preferences.

"Go in first."

Lancer tucked away his umbrella and handed it to Gloriana, then addressed Huberlian.

"Hmm."

Huperlyan seemed to feel something was off, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

She could only be fairly certain that this student named Gloria was probably not the real owner of this place.

The person Ranch wants to introduce her to must be someone else.

Closing the door behind me, the world seemed to fall silent. Even the sound of rain was blocked out. The mansion must have some kind of soundproof magic device installed.

Three people walked down the corridor leading to the living room. Lance led Huberlian forward, while Glorilla respectfully followed behind.

The indoor lighting was soft, illuminating the clean corridor. The air was filled with a subtle scent of jasmine, cedarwood, and distilled alcohol mixed together.

The entire fragrance is like a softly whispered melody, both focused and fresh. The harmonious and balanced environment instantly brings peace of mind.

It seemed to feel this ease, Lanchi's shadow finally moved, a timid little black shadow emerging from it.

"The cat boss..."

Hubberley crouched down and picked up the little black cat, stroking its head. She took a moment to look around, feeling that this place really did seem like a woman's home.

She didn't know why Ranch had brought her to someone else's house.

But the place where the cat boss is willing to come out obviously represents safety.

Meow meow...

The cat boss dared not meet Hyperion's gaze.

It also couldn't imagine how much Hubelian had just been frightened.

「……」

Huberly wanted to ask the cat boss why Ranch had become like this.

But seeing that it was just a cat, and looking at Ranch again, he decided against it.

The smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility. A cat boss only performs simple life activities.

With an open space before them, the three of them arrived at the living room of this mansion.

On that sofa, Sigrid was sitting with her arms wrapped around herself.

"You came back late today."

Sigrid's violet eyes held a hint of gentle drowsiness.

She seemed to have been waiting for Lance for a long time, but there was no blame in her words, only a gentle reminder that she hoped he would come back sooner next time, otherwise she might worry.

Hubberley looked at the woman with unique charm, her light hair and domineering yet gentle aura perplexing her.

Hubert was not only surprised that Lynch had met such a charming woman, but what truly shocked Hubert was the implication in Sigrid's words.

Could it be that Ranch has been living with this woman all this time

Hubert couldn't imagine, after only two months, Lance would be so comfortable around a woman.

When he was at Ictère, Ranchi was cold to women. The person closest to him was not even Hypatia, but Pherai!

(The End)

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