Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Lucy was taken aback at first.

"Random checks?"

"Yes!" Lillian put her hands on her hips. "The teacher said before he left that he'd check on me when he got back. He'd be unhappy if I'm too slow..."

Lucy blinked, looking nonchalant: "If he's unhappy, he's unhappy. Why do you care whether he's happy or not?"

Lillian's cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit her lower lip, remaining silent.

Lucy was even more confused: "Why are you blushing?"

"N-No!"

"Of course!" Lucy reached out to pinch her cheek. "Tell me honestly, have you fallen for that mage teacher?"

Lillian's face flushed bright red instantly, and she shoved her away abruptly.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Oh dear, your face is even redder now~" Lucy laughed mischievously.

Lillian was both ashamed and angry. She flung her hand away and opened the spellbook again.

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"I need to study now, don't bother me!"

The red-haired girl and the brown-haired girl exchanged a glance, covered their mouths and giggled, instantly filling the small room with a joyful atmosphere.

Lucy sighed helplessly.

"Alright, alright, you can study. We'll wait here until you're done, then we'll go out and play."

The three girls each found a place to sit down.

The red-haired girl took out a novel from her small bag and started reading, while the brown-haired girl simply leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.

Lucy lay listlessly on the table, her eyes fixed on Lillian.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

Lillian's eyes were still glued to the pages of the book, but her brows furrowed more and more tightly.

To her, those intricate runes looked like a group of wriggling insects, and she couldn't grasp any pattern at all.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

Just as a faint sensation arose in my mind, Lucy's voice floated over again.

"Lillian, is your teacher exceptionally beautiful?"

Lillian opened her eyes abruptly, her cheeks burning once again.

Why are you asking this?

Lucy rested her chin on her hand, her face full of gossip: "I'm just curious. Anyone who can get our Miss Lillian to work this hard must be no ordinary person."

The red-haired girl looked up from between the pages of her book and interjected, "I heard my brother say that the mage was really handsome. Silver hair, blue eyes, pointed ears, a beautiful and delicate appearance."

The brown-haired girl opened her eyes and chimed in, "My mother saw him at the banquet and talked about him for days afterward. She still can't forget him."

Lucy's eyes lit up instantly: "Wow, isn't that amazing and beautiful? Lillian, you've hit the jackpot!"

Lillian slammed the spellbook on the table with a "thud".

"Don't talk nonsense! Teacher Lance is here to teach me magic!"

Lucy looked completely innocent: "I wasn't making things up. I was just asking what he looks like."

Lillian bit her lip, wanting to refute, but couldn't utter a single word.

She simply couldn't deny it.

The teacher is indeed very beautiful.

He was so handsome that her heart skipped a beat when they first met.

He was so handsome that she often spaced out in class, staring blankly at his profile, only to realize later that she hadn't heard a thing.

But how could she possibly say these things to Lucy?

I told you, this person might gossip forever.

"Alright, alright, stop disturbing my studies." Lillian opened her book again, her ears still burning.

……

The wilderness outside the city.

The night was as dark as ink, and even the moonlight was mostly obscured by the clouds.

After receiving the intelligence, Lance and his group decided to temporarily spare the monsters and rushed back to Rild City under the cover of night.

The night was deep, and only the sounds of footsteps and panting could be heard in the woods.

Cielsa followed closely beside Lance, her long silver-gray hair slightly disheveled by the night wind, but her steps remained steady.

Little Black perched on Lance's shoulder, its tail swishing back and forth, occasionally yawning.

Lance glanced at his panel.

Arc: 50/50.

Arcane Echoes now restores 5 points per hour. More than six hours have passed since the end of the battle, and the arc has returned to full.

He suddenly stopped.

Durac: "What's wrong, Lord Lance? Are you taking a rest?"

Lance looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It's not me who needs to rest, it's you who can rest now."

Dulac was taken aback: "Then..."

Lance raised his hand, and a faint blue light emanated from his right hand.

[Third Ring Spell - Flight!]

Light emanated from her fingertips and gently fell upon Cielsa.

Cielsa felt a sudden lightness in her body, as if she were about to fly.

Following that strange feeling, she slowly lifted her feet off the ground.

"Lord Lance?!" she exclaimed, instinctively reaching for something, but there was nothing at hand.

Lance didn't stop.

The second [Flight Technique] landed on him.

He floated up too.

Little Black peeked out from his shoulder, looking down and then up, its eerie green eyes full of curiosity.

"Master, how did we become flying?!"

Lance reached out and scooped it into his arms to prevent it from falling.

Little Black nestled against his chest, only its fluffy head peeking out, its tail wagging excitedly.

Drucker sat on the ground, head tilted back, mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"Lord Lance...you've flown away, what about us?"

Lance looked down at him, his expression calm.

"You can rest, or walk."

Dulac: "..."

Logan burst out laughing from the side.

Dulac glared at him, then looked up at Lance.

"Um... Lord Lance, can't we fly together?"

Lance thought for a moment and said,

"We don't have enough spell slots."

Dulac paused for a moment.

"So you finally ran out of spell slots?"

Lance: "..."

With a thought, he picked up Little Black, took Cielsa with him, and flew towards Rild City.

The night wind whistled past my ears, and my long, silvery-white hair fluttered behind me.

Sissa was a little nervous at first, but after flying for a few seconds, her eyes gradually brightened.

"Lord Lance! He really flew! So fast!"

She opened her arms, letting the night breeze caress her cheeks, her purple eyes filled with excitement.

Little Black peeked out from Lance's arms, looking at the rapidly receding tree shadows below, and said softly.

"Master, the people below look so small~"

Lance glanced down.

Dulac and the others stood there, heads tilted back, like a few small black dots.

Logan's voice could be faintly heard drifting up.

"Captain, let's go, stop looking..."

"Still watching!"

The sound faded into the distance and was quickly dispersed by the night wind.

Lance withdrew his gaze and continued flying forward.

The speed of [Flying Technique] is thirty meters per second.

It's almost five times faster than walking.

Three figures streaked across the night sky.

Lance flew at the very front, holding Little Black in his arms, his posture as steady as if he were standing on flat ground.

Sissa followed him, initially a little flustered, but quickly got used to the feeling of flying.