All-around teacher at the magic academy

"Your Grace." The butler gently pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the study. His voice was full of respect, and his eyes were firm yet cautious.

"Is everything taken care of?" Duke Chloe looked up, his gaze shifting from the documents in his hand to scrutinizing the butler, his voice carrying a subtle hint of authority.

“Yes,” the butler replied, his posture humble, but his tone revealing an undeniable certainty.

“Um…” The butler suddenly paused, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he was struggling internally, unsure whether he should continue.

"Speak your mind." Duke Chloe noticed the butler's hesitation, his brow furrowed, and his voice carried a hint of impatience.

"Should we really agree to his request?" the butler finally asked, his voice low but full of doubt.

Duke Chloe sat there quietly, his gaze as calm as a deep pool. He looked directly at the butler and asked, "Are you blaming me?"

The butler quickly lowered his head, his hands trembling slightly, clearly intimidated by the Duke's question. "I wouldn't dare. You gave me my life. I wouldn't say a word even if you asked me to die." His voice was firm and full of loyalty.

The Duke did not answer immediately; he sat there quietly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the butler and landing on something further away.

"Go down, and remember to prepare your things. All we've done is to protect this city," Duke Chloe finally spoke, his voice carrying an undeniable resolve.

"Yes," the butler replied, bowing his head again and silently leaving the study, leaving Duke Chloe alone, lost in thought.

...

"Dad, are you going to watch the game?" Emma tiptoed into the study, her gaze lingering on her father's busy figure for a moment before she finally mustered the courage to ask.

Duke Chloe looked up, a hint of gentleness in his eyes. He put down his pen and asked, "Do you want to go?"

"Yes, I do." Emma's answer was almost without hesitation, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Oh?" Duke Chloe seemed somewhat surprised. He remembered that his daughter had been very disappointed and even sad for a long time because she hadn't been selected for the competition. He hadn't expected Emma to be interested in watching the competition.

"Teacher Leon is also competing, I'm going to go cheer him on," Emma said excitedly with a smile.

"Teacher Leon?" Duke Chloe raised an eyebrow slightly, curious about the name. Looking at his daughter, he continued to ask.

“Yes, Leon is amazing.” Emma’s tone was full of admiration.

“Oh? Come and tell your father about him,” Duke Chloe said encouragingly, gesturing for Emma to sit beside him, clearly showing great interest in the teacher Leon that his daughter had mentioned.

“It’s just…” Emma excitedly recounted all the things her teacher, Leon, did. She spoke a little fast and stuttered a bit because of her excitement, but her eyes were full of respect and admiration for her teacher.

"Yes, he is indeed a very capable person." Duke Chloe nodded in agreement after listening. A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, as if he was considering something, but he quickly regained his composure.

“So, you’re going to go see it?” Emma looked at her father expectantly, her eyes filled with hope that he could go with her to witness Teacher Leon’s competition.

“Go ahead,” Duke Chloe replied readily, his tone tinged with affection, clearly unwilling to disappoint his daughter.

"Yay!" Emma's face immediately lit up with a bright smile. She jumped up and clapped her hands excitedly, as if she had received the most precious gift.

"Hahahaha." Duke Chloe couldn't help but laugh when he saw his daughter's happy expression. His laughter echoed in the study, warm and loving.

...

"It's Teacher Leon and Teacher Lian." Seeing the two teachers approach, the teacher next to them recognized them and whispered to the people around them.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I've kept you waiting." Leon walked up to the Dean, his face showing a hint of apology, and bowed slightly as he spoke.

"No need to apologize, it's not time yet, we arrived early too." The dean smiled and waved his hand, his tone containing no blame, but rather showing great tolerance.

"Professor Lian, how are the preparations going?" The dean turned around, looked at Lian gently, and asked with concern.

"I'm a little nervous." Ms. Lian bit her lip gently, a hint of unease in her eyes, and explained in a slightly restrained voice.

"It's alright, just do your best." The dean nodded understandingly and said in a comforting tone.

Leon's gaze unconsciously drifted behind the dean, where it unexpectedly met Professor Vic's eyes. Their eyes collided for a moment in the air before quickly looking away as if electrocuted.

Lean keenly noticed this subtle change in Leon's demeanor. A playful smile played on her lips as she teased, "What's wrong? What did Teacher Vic want with you earlier? Was there some secret mission?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Leon quickly waved his hand, a hint of embarrassment on his face, as if he was trying to cover something up.

"Tch, fine, don't tell me then." Lian snorted, feigning displeasure, but her tone was clearly teasing.

"Hehe." Leon chuckled sheepishly, his eyes darting away, but a smile remained on his lips.

Hansen noticed Professor Leon in the crowd. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to go over and say hello. However, seeing that Leon was surrounded by the academy's teachers, he realized that it might not be appropriate for him, as a student, to go over at this time, so he gave up the idea.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's set off," the dean said after looking around and confirming that everyone was present.

"Yes!" All the teachers and students present responded in unison, and the atmosphere instantly became serious. They composed themselves and prepared to head to the competition venue to face the upcoming challenge.

...

Professor Logan walked alone back to his dormitory. His figure looked somewhat lonely in the sunlight, but he had a satisfied smile on his face.

He didn't participate in the competitions organized by the college, nor did he choose to watch those intense competitions. He preferred to immerse himself in the long river of history in his quiet and comfortable dormitory, exploring those long-forgotten stories.

Upon entering his room, Mr. Logan's gaze quickly fell upon the pristine white envelope on the table. He showed no surprise, as if he had anticipated its arrival.

His expression was calm, without surprise or doubt. He simply glanced at it indifferently, as if it were an ordinary object.

He walked to the desk, sat down slowly, and gently placed the heavy history book in his hands on the table. The cover of the book was covered with the marks of time, showing how many times its owner had read it.

Mr. Logan put on his glasses and began to intently turn the pages of the book, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge and a reverence for history.

He didn't immediately pay attention to the contents of the letter. For him, the allure of history far surpassed everything in reality. He only wanted to immerse himself in his research field and converse with the wisdom of the ancients.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the desk and creating an atmosphere of tranquility. The unopened letter lay quietly on the desk, like a forgotten corner, while Professor Logan seemed to have forgotten its existence, completely immersed in the world of history.