The silver-gray hair and light blue eyes made her look as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
"Ah, Secretary Nyla."
Lanci let out a breath of relief.
Maintaining her secretary's elegant deanor, Nyla rested her hands lightly on her abdon, yet her tone carried the familiarity of an old acquaintance.
The appearance of Nyla, the headmaster's secretary, at this mont was undoubtedly a boon to Lanci, warding off many aristocrats from the empire who sought to approach him. Having soone to converse with made it seem more like he was engaged in official matters related to Headmaster Violet, the Sixth Military God of Shuicang Jade Wellet.
"You're looking for Elsa, aren't you? I saw her earlier; you should be able to find her if you head in the direction of the pavilion ahead."
Secretary Nyla seed to have noticed his unease and proactively ca to his side.
"Truly, I can't thank you enough for your help; you've been a huge support."
Lanci expressed his gratitude to Nyla.
Ever since the day he was received by Secretary Nyla at the first station in Bulida City and brought to Saint Kray Temple, he had always benefited from her assistance, allowing him to smoothly carry out his teaching and research work on campus.
"When I saw you, Professor Landry, wandering here alone, I knew you'd surely get surrounded. But how could soone as busy as you waste your precious ti on those self-important aristocratic old-tirs?"
Secretary Nyla spoke in a tone that sounded serious but carried a jesting air, as she guided Lanci forward.
"Such remarks, if overheard by others, might be problematic."
Lanci lowered his voice a bit.
He noticed Nyla was just as unapologetically blunt as ever when it ca to the aristocracy. Her frankness seed to irk the nobles who had attempted to approach earlier, though her candor might also have been a deliberate effort to fend them off for his sake.
Back at the station, when he encountered Red Falcon Nikola, Nyla's attitude toward Nikola had been particularly assertive, and she had firmly wrested him, Professor Landry, out of Nikola's grip.
"It doesn't matter. Nobody dares trouble anyway, not with Headmaster Violet, the Sixth Military God, backing ."
Secretary Nyla replied nonchalantly,
"Besides, I'm quite close to the Princess too. I don't oppose all nobles, but those arrogant ones—I certainly have no desire to court their favor."
She raised her gaze toward Professor Landry.
It was as if she were telling him that despite him and his sister Elsa being nobles themselves, she hadn't distanced herself from them at all.
"The Princess—is that the Third Princess, Her Highness Alexia?"
Lanci glanced at Nyla beside him and asked.
To his knowledge, the only royal graduate from Saint Kray Temple in recent years was likely the Third Princess Alexia.
"Yes. After all, looking after Her Highness the Princess is a highly important task. Headmaster Violet can't possibly devote all her energy to a single student like the Princess, so the responsibility naturally fell upon . Fortunately, the Princess is actually very easy to get along with, and these past years spent with her have been quite morable for ."
Nyla answered as they walked.
"I understand, I understand. The headmaster's duties are indeed overwhelming; even princes and princesses seldom receive her attention."
Lanci shook his head and sighed.
"The way you're speaking—it's almost as if you're the headmaster yourself."
Nyla continued observing him.
"Ever since eting you earlier, I've felt you share certain traits with Headmaster Violet. It's hard to explain exactly, but there's a faint similarity."
She pondered aloud.
"If I were the headmaster, I'd certainly feel at ease with a secretary like Miss Nyla. A good secretary is invaluable for a headmaster. I'm saying this because I often imagine myself in the role of a headmaster."
Lanci smiled as he explained.
Had Secretary Nyla not stepped in in ti, he might already have been surrounded by that pack of schers.
As they chatted, Lanci felt truly relaxed speaking with Nyla.
Unlike Secretary Lisandra at Purgatory Corridor Academy, who was also highly competent but sowhat restrained in her interactions with him, Nyla approached him with casual ease.
"You as a headmaster—that would indeed be quite a challenge."
Nyla mused briefly, making a professional judgnt.
"Why would you say that?"
Lanci asked Nyla, puzzled.
"For those working with you, it might be very comfortable, of course. But the matters they'd have to worry about might equally increase."
Secretary Nyla remarked as she observed the profound and unfathomable look in the young professor's eyes.
This professor always made it difficult for her to grasp the true thoughts hidden within him.
Compared to a deeply-focused scholar, Landry struck her more as a veteran noble with decades of political experience.
She admitted to herself that she didn't possess the ability to truly understand human nature, much less uncover Lanci's intentions.
Hearing Nyla's reply, which resembled a divination prediction, Lanci mulled it over for a long while.
"From the way you're looking at , you surely see as still part of the noble faction..."
Lanci dropped his head slightly, a hint of forlornness in his expression.
"No—such smooth, unpretentious humility is sothing no noble would exhibit."
Nyla chuckled softly, covering her mouth.
"Those self-righteous nobles are nobles precisely because they spend their days consud by flattering and posturing to reinforce their elevated status."
Nyla revealed a knowing smile as she told Lanci.
"I dare not comnt, since such matters tied to one's position and perspective are delicate and require discretion."
Lanci nodded, conceding rather diplomatically.
They once again departed a wing of the building, preparing to pass through the open-air garden toward another annex of the Main Hall.
As they walked past the edges of an open-air banquet hall, two n holding champagne glasses were deeply engaged in conversation. One of them, clearly an official from Bulida City Hall, left an impression on Lanci. He was fervently pleading with another noble, while a few elegantly dressed individuals surrounding them pricked up their ears, eager to catch every word.
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