She was a breathtakingly beautiful girl, looking no older than seventeen or eighteen.
She had long, wavy dark red hair, delicate and deep features, and those dark red pupils were shining with brilliance. At this moment, the girl was standing with her arms crossed, her head tilted thoughtfully as she looked at him.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"...I plan to return to the Spirit Summoning Tower."
Professor Laximi's face was expressionless, and he spoke in his trademark calm and deep voice.
Yet he subconsciously clenched the suitcase in his hand—
The handle of the suitcase was made from a human femur. Although it lacked the crucial spine and skull, holding the processed femure could somewhat enhance the effect of the spells.
But Blood Coral just sneered: "Really? Are you sure you can return there?"
"The principal is mild-mannered and doesn't care about these mundane matters. Besides, what I'm doing is under the tacit approval of the Black Chancellor."
