Lisa was tongue-tied when the powerful people in the room began to shower praises on her like she was some descendant of a toist mage from the magic city.
"Silence, everyone. Let her through!" The loud voice of the dean came from the end of the room, making all the bootlickers keep quiet immediately.
Lisa could only walk bravely past all the burning gazes that were trailing her.
She stopped in front of the dean's table, her eyes settled on the weak-looking man on the chair who she instantly recognized as the dean. Her respect for the dean of chronicle academy grew even more when she saw the dean's state. The man had done his best during the battle and might have even lost his life.
"Uhh, you are Lisa of the yellow flame hunter group, right?" The dean asked Lisa with sparkling eyes.
Lisa nodded slowly, feeling a little timid from how the dean was looking at her. After all, she was conscious of her beauty and shape.