ough a duel and give him a lesson, he couldn't.Mordecai, a Gold-Tier registered challenger from the Sage Academy's third year, is already far ahead of Huberlian in terms of strength. Plus, she wastes...Chapter 150: Lan Qi, I'll go hunt you an Earl right now.

In the middle of the bedroom, beside a sturdy oak table, Lanche Huberian and the princess were seated on either side.

Their gazes met over the three sheets of paper on the table, as if the entire secrets of the Krell Empire were hidden between those pages.

It was late at night, the outside world silent and forgotten like something left behind. Only this room remained, isolated from the current of time.

The fear that had almost overwhelmed Alyxaria, accompanied by the disappearance of the poet of great love, receded. She drew a deep breath as if rising from the depths of the sea, finally able to control her emotions.

For a long time.

"I believe in your accuracy, but... who exactly are you"

Princess Arilexia's eyes were taut, her lips slightly stiff, and an unmistakable tension lingered in her voice.

I am an ecologist currently working on a project about vampires.

Lance's eyes were sharp as knives, each word heavy and weighty.

Although being a platinum-level card maker will allow me to work at the Icterite Academy, there's still a long way to go before I can become headmaster.

The position of Headmaster at the Ikerete Academy is currently vacant. Dean Borauo of the Arcane Engineering Institute has no interest in power, Dean Benet of the Knights' Institute is a retired figure brought back for duty, Dean Loren of the Sage Institute is too busy serving as High Priestess of the Goddess of Fate, and Dean Lianjin of the Chain Gold Institute spends most of his time entangled in legal battles over copyright infringement by his affiliated newspaper, constantly risking imprisonment.

To be the principal of such a prestigious academy, academic prestige is indispensable. The school not only belongs to the Heton Kingdom but also holds official recognition and the highest level of direct affiliation with both the Southern Continent Shadow World Management Association and the Southern Continent Royal Council. Accompanying these powers and conveniences are naturally extremely high requirements.

One of the most difficult requirements is to have a paper rated as having the highest academic value in Antarctica.

Looking at the entire Icterite Academy, only a handful of professors meet this condition, which speaks to its extreme difficulty.

Then, right now, the most challenging academic research that Ranch can think of is only "On Ecological Balance and Blood Clan Governance."

He is uncertain whether this topic will gain recognition from the South American academic community at the time.

But to pursue academics, one should adopt this attitude: wholehearted dedication and striving for excellence.

""

Alexia had never heard of an ecologist who could control the blood race.

While Huberly was eyeing Lynch, her eyelids were twitching. She had a feeling this guy was about to do something big!

Even before the North Continent Slate Quest, scheduled for the winter break, began, he had already planned his next research project focusing on the ecological issues of the Kryll Empire!

You really, you don't deserve to be the principal, no one deserves to be the principal.

And at that time, even if Huberlian didn't want to involve Lance in the Duke's mystery, Lance himself would probably be drawn into the very center of the Creed Imperial dispute!

Alexia, after hearing Lance's reply, took it as a joke. She pondered for a moment and then asked again:

"What is your relationship with the Blood Clan"

Alexia was on edge, her nerves taut with apprehension.

This young man knows too much about so many secrets.

There are only two possibilities.

Or, he's a bloodsucker's pawn.

Or, he is a sworn enemy of the vampires.

First, Alyx believed that Lanchi himself couldn't possibly be a blood race. Blood races were the easiest to identify because they became weak in sunlight, and at midday, their power was reduced to only one-tenth of its strength. It was impossible for him to be as active under the sun as Lanchi had been all afternoon.

Cayrixia can't tell if Lance is a blood relative!

Instead of believing he possesses preternatural foresight, a more plausible explanation is that Lynch, who knows everything about the blood clan, is himself a member of the blood clan!

"Don't worry, you'll know what my relationship with the blood clan is tomorrow."

Lancy spread his hands helplessly, as if understanding Princess Alexia's concerns.

Indeed, his sources of information are inexplicable.

But it doesn't matter.

The princess's question can be proven tonight.

"Tomorrow... even if you knew everything, what would it matter"

The strength of heart that Princess Alexandria had briefly conjured vanished as if blown away by Lance's curt words, leaving her abruptly back in the cruel reality.

If she encountered Lan Chi outside the shadow world, perhaps she would still try to grasp this sliver of hope and fight on.

But this world of shadows, already doomed to perish, with everyone dead at the hands of the seventh-ranked blood clan earl, is a foregone conclusion.

All challengers, even risking their lives, would stand no chance of surviving until the sixth dawn against the Count.

"…"

Ranch's hand tapped lightly on the table, the sound echoing in the silent room, breaking the stillness of the night.

He is deep in thought right now.

"Just a lowly vampire count scared you like this If the royal family of the Kreiss Empire were all like you, no wonder their nation would be so easily conquered."

Finally, Lance spoke.

Hubbert looked at Lanchi in surprise.

She had never seen Lance speak to a girl in such a harsh way.

However.

After hearing Ranchi's words, Alexia moved like a clockwork doll being wound up again.

She glared at Lance, her eyes bloodshot, as if the most inviolable place in her heart had been touched.

"You... you can call me a worthless princess... but you don't get to insult the Kreyden Empire!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, a last flicker of defiance.

Though she had already given up, she didn't know why, some things just couldn't be let go of.

"Don't you think there is no tomorrow What else is there to fight for"

Lance looked at her with this seemingly rebooted look and smiled with relief.

"The charge of insulting the royal family, you remember that. I will never forget it..."

Alyxaria kept wiping her tears while still warning Lance.

Then I'll be waiting for you to come and tell me, I'll show you what it means to be the unbeatable guest in the Southern Continent.

Lanxi smiled calmly and said.

"Then you go and take care of that count first! He's just all talk and no action."

So, what if I actually hunted down this vampire count

"Well, then do whatever you say, because you're never going to get it done anyway."

“...”

Although Ranchi's playful teasing, as seen by Hyberlian on the side, seemed to constantly mock Princess Alexia, it was these words that seemingly stirred a stubborn determination in the depths of her heart.

Even Alyx, who had unwittingly awakened her survival instinct, was unaware of it herself.

"Okay."

Lance smiled and rose to his feet, pushing the chair back under the table. The sound of the wooden legs scraping against the stone floor echoed in the spacious room.

Then he and Huberlian walked together toward the bedroom door.

Tonight, dealing with the Count doesn't require the Princess to participate. Or rather, it would be good to make it seem to the mortal realm that "the Princess is never trusted by their other challengers, and the Vampire incident has nothing to do with her."

After all, she still has to return to the Creytian Empire and spend some time with those blood races.

If it aroused the vigilance and suspicion of the blood clan, it would be troublesome.

Ranch led Alisha into the bedroom.

"Please, Your Highness, get a good night's rest. I guarantee the sun will rise tomorrow just as it always does."

The door creaked shut, and through the narrowing gap, his face was gradually obscured by the closing door along with his voice.

Alexia stared blankly at the now-locked door and the disappearing figure of Lance.

Although, Lance's promise before leaving seemed like an empty and hollow lie.

But for some reason, the woman who had almost given up hope felt a fiery heat burning in her chest at that moment.

She looked out the window.

When the stars are all blurry, as if foreshadowing a long night.

If tomorrow, we can still see the sunrise.

Who could offer her this ray of hope, and be any less than the sun itself

"Save me... no matter what kind of sun you are..."

Alaricsia gazed at the cage-like night sky as if in prayer, whispering.

(The End)

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