The warm sunlight flowed into the classroom from the giant landscape window, like a translucent golden waterfall cascading onto each tier of seats.
In the back of the class, Hyperion pursed her lips, looking at Lanci with an indescribable sparkle in her eyes.
Her previously suppressed gloominess seemed to melt away after hearing Lanci's "arrogant" words.
Her face softened under the sunlight.
"If we can find your father, then I will have a powerful backer."
Lanci smiled, his smile as firm as his decision to help her find her father.
"Lanci, it's not as simple as you think…"
Hyperion spoke softly.
Her gaze was as warm as the spring sun, but within the depths of her gratitude and emotion, there was a trace of melancholy shadow, a deep-seated worry that she didn't want to drag Lanci into this.
Because Lanci had always been there to help her, as an irreplaceable and important friend, she believed that she couldn't drag Lanci into this.