Zestira listened quietly to Lanci's legal guidance.
Every once in a while, a cafe employee would breeze past them in a neat uniform, holding a tray. Each time they pass with a newly completed tray of coffee, desserts, and cold drinks, a rich caramel aroma would drift into the air.
For some reason, Zestira felt that Lanci's words made a lot of sense.
Indeed, there were some annoying monkeys at Protoss Royal Magic Academy that could potentially be dealt with in this way.
However, Zestira immediately shook her head, choosing to seal away these theories in her mind.
She was a dragon demon, not a dog demon.
The most remarkable thing about reporting the Rebirth Church wasn't this guy's daring act.
It was that even after he reported them, nobody from the Nirvana Branch came to trouble him or seek revenge.
It was hard to imagine the mental state that had driven him to commit such an act full of potential dangers.
Ordinary people playing like this would have their life in jeopardy.