Azalia couldn't believe what she was seeing right now. A handsome man with long beautiful golden hair was sitting in that room with his eyes closed. What surprised Azalia was the man's characteristics. He has a pair of white wings behind his back and a halo over his head.
The races that had such characteristics in Azalia's memories were only the angel race, and they only existed in the divine realm where Azalia came from. She didn't expect to see one of the people of the extinct angel race on the Clorius continent. But Azalia didn't dare to act rashly by entering and asking for the man's identity in the room.
Azalia knows nothing about him, and his goal is in this academy. So she would watch him first before deciding what she would do next. As Azalia was deep in thought, the angel race man suddenly opened his eyes towards the room entrance. His gleaming golden eyes stared intently at the place where Azalia was hiding.