“Let’s go, Mr. Mo Li.” Emilia resumed her usual perfect princess demeanor.
Mo Li was slightly taken aback, feeling that the atmosphere between them had somehow changed.
Since getting to know Emilia, he hadn’t noticed it before, but perhaps after the little incident earlier, Mo Li belatedly realized that Emilia’s way of interacting with him, or rather with others, always seemed to carry a certain sense of distance.
She appeared warm and friendly, always maintaining that impeccable perfect princess image with everyone.
Perhaps only those who had seen her true emotions could sense the deliberate distance she maintained in her interactions.
“Keep up, Mr. Mo Li.
If you keep daydreaming, this princess won’t be responsible for finding you if you get lost.”
Hearing this, Mo Li snapped back to reality and caught up with Emilia, though his thoughts were still elsewhere.
Did this enigmatic princess just unintentionally open her heart to him? … Probably not, it was just an illusion.
“Now that I think about it, appearances can be deceiving.
Mr. Mo Li is, after all, a descendant of the Norma family… I can’t figure it out, is it for the thrill?” Returning to their usual mode of interaction, Emilia began to tease and play with Mo Li again.
Mo Li knew she was referring to that incident last time… “By the way, did Mr. Mo Li hear any rumors about the mentor before coming here?” Sensing Mo Li’s awkwardness on the topic, Emilia smoothly changed the subject.
“No.”
“Really? Then you might need to prepare yourself mentally.”
“Why?”
“Lan Yin Academy is a melting pot of races, Mr. Mo Li should know that.” Emilia smiled enigmatically.
“Whether human or non-human, followers of Sera or Alda, Lan Yin Academy treats everyone equally… Regardless of what humans consider heretical or non-human, it’s all normal at Lan Yin Academy because every race is there, and the beliefs are endless.
As long as it’s not an aggressive or harmful cult, Lan Yin Academy won’t restrict the freedom of belief of its students or staff.”
“So, the mentor of Group Eighteen might not be human, so don’t be surprised if you see something unusual.”
“Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness.
In fact, I was already mentally prepared for this.”
“Good to be prepared.
It’s said that every year, quite a few human students at Lan Yin Academy get scared by the mentors.” Emilia said nonchalantly.
Being easily frightened is understandable, but getting scared is just too weak, isn’t it? Mo Li dismissed Emilia’s words.
He was a man who had even seen the Supreme Dragon, so how could he be afraid of a few insignificant non-humans? Impossible.
“This is the room of the mentor for Group Eighteen.”
Stopping in front of a room with Emilia, Mo Li glanced at the name next to the room number as Emilia knocked on the door.
‘Xing Luo’ So the name was written on the doorplate.
Mo Li compared it with the mentor’s name displayed on the gold card and confirmed it was correct.
“Excuse us, Mentor.” Emilia politely said, tapping the door three times with her knuckles.
Ten seconds passed.
No response.
“Mentor? We are your students.
If it’s convenient, could you open the door?” Seeing no response, Emilia thought the mentor hadn’t heard and knocked three more times.
Still no response.
Just as Emilia was about to knock again, Mo Li lost patience and kicked the door open.
He didn’t understand etiquette.
If the other party was hard of hearing, he’d use a method they could hear.
“Don’t waste time.
Whether someone’s inside or not, we’ll know once we push it open.”
“Is no one here?” After Mo Li roughly kicked the door open, the room remained silent, and Emilia frowned slightly.
“No, someone’s here.” Mo Li, entering the room, saw a silhouette on the bed, a human shape, but obscured by the bed canopy.
“It seems the mentor is sleeping.
We should come back later…” Emilia hadn’t finished speaking when she saw Mo Li walk up and pull the bed canopy open without a word.
“Mr. Mo Li, that’s a bit impolite.” Emilia tried to stop Mo Li.
After all, first impressions are important, and doing this would undoubtedly lower their score in the mentor’s eyes.
“Damn…” Seeing the creature lying on the bed, Mo Li instinctively took several steps back.
“Is this what Mr. Mo Li meant by ‘being mentally prepared’?” Emilia teased, glancing at the slightly pale Mo Li, and calmly walked to the mentor’s bedside.
“What’s this? The mentor looks quite normal.” Emilia teased him.
“At least they look human.
Lan Yin Academy has all sorts of oddities, this is already quite normal.”
“…” Mo Li remained silent.
He wasn’t scared by the mentor’s appearance, but rather…
“Your Highness, what race is this mentor?”
“Can’t you tell?” Emilia pointed to the horns on the head of the red-haired girl sleeping on the bed.
“Of course, she’s a dragon.”
“… Specifically, what kind of dragon?”
“Who knows? This princess isn’t a dragon expert, how could I tell what kind of dragon this is?” Emilia shrugged.
“Your Highness.”
“Call me Emilia.”
“Alright, Emilia, do you think this dragon mentor knows about the White Feathered Dragons?” Mo Li asked nervously.
“Mr. Mo Li, you’re from the Papal State, right?” Emilia didn’t directly answer Mo Li’s question but instead threw out another question with a smile.
“Yes.”
“Then before meeting me, did you know the royal surname of the Papal State is Arelinde?”
“…”
“It’s strange for a race not to know their own royal surname, isn’t it?” Emilia tilted her head.
“Is Mr. Mo Li asking me this out of curiosity or for another reason?”
“… It’s nothing, just satisfying my curiosity.”
“I’m curious, how does Mr. Mo Li know the surname ‘White Feathered Dragons’? Did you deliberately learn about it, or did you read it in some fictional history?”
“Is that strange?”
“Very strange.” Emilia replied without hesitation.
“Dragons haven’t appeared in human sight for a long time, long enough for humans to almost forget their existence.
The royal surname of dragons should be something very few people know about now.”
“…” Mo Li felt a bit uneasy under Emilia’s gaze.
“Mr. Mo Li really does have some secrets I don’t know about~” Emilia lightly touched her lips with her finger, her lips curving slightly.
