Chapitre 307: Letter From The Magic Council

"Hey, hey. Are you fine with this~? The council's talking about you, you know~ At least show a tad of worry in your face, professor~"

Draven barely glanced up from the stack of papers in front of him, his sharp eyes betraying only the faintest flicker of irritation. He didn't need to turn fully to recognize the voice. Elandris, the half-elf chancellor of Magic Tower University, had a habit of disturbing him whenever she felt like it, something she'd taken to doing far too frequently after their battle against Armandra. Since that day, her once formal approach had given way to an annoying level of familiarity.

This time, however, she wasn't using her old man illusion—a form she had often preferred for public appearances. No, today she had arrived in her true form, the youthful half-elf body that made her look far younger than her actual years. She leaned against the doorframe of his study, her arms crossed and her lips curling into an impish smile.