Kapitel 1460: Royal Gala (Part 4)

"I'm really sorry, Headmaster." Lith gave him a small bow. "It's been a crazy year for me. So many things have happened that I could barely focus on my survival."

Marth was about to give him a snarky reply when Ryssa clutched his hand, sharing with him some of her Dryad mystical senses. Suddenly, the Headmaster of the White Griffon could feel the gloom that Lith hid behind his poker face.

There was no attraction between him and his date, only friendship. On top of that, Marth could sense that Lith's existence had become more majestic and yet more detached.

He was there yet he wasn't.

"Don't worry, kid. I'll forgive you as long as you help me to keep Manohar away from my child." Marth chuckled.

"Don't listen to him, junior. You and I will make a great team." The mad professor patted Ryssa's belly as if it was the shoulder of a friend.