The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

Orina seemed to realize this as well, and gently wiped the substance off her lips with her little finger before putting it in her mouth.

Then, a look of utter ecstasy appeared on his face.

It seems to be savoring some supreme delicacy.

After savoring the moment, Orina turned to leave when she noticed Claire standing there, stunned.

Oh?

It's the little girl Ryan brought.

If I remember correctly, that girl was a member of the royal family of the Duchy of Ferrante.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da...

After a series of rhythmic high heels clicking on the ground, Olena came to Claire's side.

Apart from Ryan, Orina was always noble, sacred, and inviolable in front of anyone.

Orina was much taller than Claire, with a cold expression, looking down at Claire. Claire was clearly intimidated by Orina's imposing presence and involuntarily lowered her head.

The hand gripping the fruit basket tightened continuously.

"You are... that little girl from the Duchy of Ferrante, aren't you?"

"Yes......"

"How has your life been at the academy lately? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"Thanks to my mentor Ryan's care, I'm doing very well."

After Claire finished speaking, a layer of frost appeared in Olina's beautiful eyes.

Thanks to Ryan's care...

These words sounded extremely harsh to Orina.

Olena was curious to know how Ryan had taken care of her.

However, given the urgency of the situation and the imminent departure, coupled with her identity, Orina ultimately suppressed the idea.

"In that case, I don't need to worry."

Orina, in her high heels, brushed past Claire: "I hope you have a meaningful life at the academy. However... I hope you will remember the academy's rules."

"Whether you are a student or a professor, dating is the number one forbidden thing."

"I hope you will remember this."

Claire only breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps had completely faded away.

When Claire came to her senses, she found that her palms were covered in sweat.

It must be said that the High Priest of the Papacy has an incredibly powerful aura.

Noble, beautiful, radiating divine brilliance, she made people marvel that such a beautiful woman could exist in the world.

Claire felt inferior.

Claire frowned slightly as she watched the direction Orina had gone.

But what exactly did she mean by what she just said?

remind?

Or is it a warning?

Also, why would someone as important as her come out of Mentor Ryan's room?

What exactly did they do inside?

Claire had a series of questions in her mind.

With these questions in mind, Claire walked to Ryan's door and knocked softly.

The door slowly opened, and a weary-looking Ryan appeared in the doorway.

Claire was startled by Ryan's appearance.

"Mentor Ryan, you look terrible."

Ryan rubbed his hair and sighed, "It's nothing, I just went to bed a little late last night."

last night......

It must be because Mentor Ryan didn't sleep well while trying to repair his magic circuits.

Claire had intended to say something to express her gratitude, but when she saw the red marks on Ryan's face, she blurted out in a moment of impulsiveness, "Um... Mentor Ryan, I just saw the High Priest come out of your room."

"Ah, you mean Lady Olina. She's going out to preach and didn't eat breakfast, so she's coming here for a good meal."

Ryan is not wrong.

But he was the dish on the table.

“Then, Mentor Ryan… what’s on your face…?”

"Oh, on my face." Ryan looked away awkwardly. "I accidentally got some ketchup on my face while eating breakfast."

If Tracy heard this, she would definitely laugh at Ryan for not even coming up with a proper excuse when he lied.

Claire was the one who heard these words.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, so it was just breakfast.

No wonder Olina had something on the corner of her mouth when she went out; it was milk.

but.

Why did I feel relieved?

Claire snapped out of her reverie, raised the fruit in her hand, and smiled, "Professor Ryan, I came here specifically to thank you. Thanks to you, I can use magic again. These fruits are for you..."

After saying that, Claire was about to walk into the house.

Ryan didn't think much of it and turned to let Claire in. But just then, he caught a glimpse of the messy bed and the torn pieces of cloth.

All of them were stockings and underwear that she had torn herself to shreds; they all belonged to that crazy woman, Olina.

If Claire saw this, Ryan would be completely doomed.

In life-or-death emergencies, humans often demonstrate abilities that exceed their limits.

Ryan's pupils contracted sharply; it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Ryan reacted quickly, grabbing Claire's arm and pulling her close to him.

This startled the pink-haired girl.

The fruit basket fell, scattering the fruit all over the ground.

The mentor I've been longing for is right in front of me, and he's looking at me so intently. It feels like... like I'm about to confess my feelings.

The little girl had never encountered such a situation before. Her face flushed bright red, and her little mouth opened and closed like a goldfish out of water.

For a moment, she even forgot to breathe.

"Mentor, supervisor..."

The little girl gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her whole body stiffening with tension.

Finally, Claire closed her eyes as if giving up, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Um, Claire, actually I have some worn underwear at home that hasn't been washed yet. Let me tidy it up first before you come in!"

Claire: "......"

Eh? !

When Claire opened her eyes, she found herself standing in the doorway, which slammed shut behind her.

Claire felt her legs buckle and she knelt on the ground. Her head was also overheating from processing too much information, and white smoke was billowing out.

Inside the room, there was a constant clattering and banging noise.

When the door was opened again, an hour had passed.

Chapter Nine: I always felt like I was being targeted.

Claire's magic circuit repair process was very slow, but the results were remarkable.

Claire now has one usable magic circuit. Although it's not very smooth yet, casting some basic fire magic shouldn't be a problem.

Although it's far from her peak, Claire is still very happy.

Especially when Ryan kept encouraging and praising her, she felt her heart blossom.

Ryan noticed every bit of progress she made.

This allowed her to rediscover the feeling of being cared for and loved.

I'm... quite happy.

On the other hand, Ryan was starting to worry.

Because Claire was extremely talented, he almost never had to repeat himself to her; she grasped the essence of what he taught her and far exceeded his expectations.

Honestly, it won't be long before Claire is able to go toe-to-toe with Orina.

However, rapid growth also means that teaching needs to move to the next stage.

Practical exercises.

From this point on, theory alone is not enough; Lane needs to invest a lot of resources in Claire, and also needs other teaching resources to support her.

For example, there's the magic stone that provides Claire with enough magic power, the training ground for casting spells, and the attribute meditation room for honing her ability to condense magic, etc.

At first, Nina told him that even though he was only taking on one student, the academy would still provide him with these resources.

But when he actually went to apply, he found that things were much more complicated than he had imagined.

The Philosopher's Stone was always out of stock, and the classroom was never empty. Even when Ryan applied to use it at night, his request was rejected.

The reasons given for the rejection were so absurd they were laughable.