Chapter 61 Depth Theory My left hand is also very dexterous.
On the second day, during the in-depth magic theory class, the main teacher, Isabel, confirmed Ancia's memories with her words.
Isabel: "The Royal Ruins Expedition for this academic year will begin after the Harvest Festival. Classes of four stars and above can sign up to participate. Teams can be formed during the expedition, and rankings will be based on individual gains at the end of the expedition."
Ancia glanced at Verion and asked softly, "Your Highness, will you participate?"
Yes, due to their promotion to four-star class, Ancia and Heligaluo skipped the "Intermediate Magic Theory" course and went directly to "Deep Magic Theory". The seat to her right, one seat away, was no longer Princess Eve, but Verion. The two siblings had exactly the same preference when it came to choosing seats.
Verion spoke calmly, “I will act as the overseer and lead the guard to ensure the safety of the participating students.”
The position of Inspector did not exist in the original storyline of exploring ruins. Starting with Heligalo's injury, everything here has gradually started to deviate from the original storyline.
Ancia nodded and stopped talking to Vilian. After only two sentences, the smile on the face of her deskmate to her left had already faded. If she continued, he might not even smile anymore.
Since confirming his feelings for her, Heligaluo has become intimate with Ancia without any hesitation. This school year, he sits directly next to Ancia without leaving an empty seat between them. Ancia puts her hand under the desk and gently scratches Heligaluo's palm.
Heligalo lowered his eyes, took her outstretched hand, separated his fingers, and intertwined his fingers.
Ancia struggled slightly but couldn't break free. She had no choice but to pick up her pen with one hand and prepare to take notes. Heligalo was a good student who listened attentively and took notes. He would let go of her pen once the teacher started lecturing.
On stage, teacher Isabel was still introducing the important points of the course, "The passing standard for the course 'Deep Magic Theory' is to pass the five-star assessment of any mage or priest, with the excellent standard being six stars or above. Of course, once you reach six stars, you can graduate smoothly from Gracia. So the students here may spend a long time with me. In the history of Gracia, the longest recorded period of studying the course 'Deep Magic Theory' is twelve years."
"Deep theory will teach you to maximize the use of magical elements that match your own attributes, allowing you to maintain your combat effectiveness even in unfavorable or extremely harsh environments. First, you must understand the proportions of magical elements in your environment..."
Ancia's left hand was still being held by Heligaluo. After finishing memorizing a sentence, she glanced over and realized that Heligaluo was actually...
Taking notes with my left hand!
Ancia: "...Aren't you going to let loose this class?"
Heligalo's handwriting remained neat, but he avoided answering, simply smiling, "My left hand is also very dexterous."
Verion observed their interaction. "Didn't you say you and he were friends? Friends who could hold hands?"
Heligalo said calmly, "Not just a friend, I was also her lover."
He paused, then added two more words, "one of them".
Verion seemed to be deep in thought. He and Heligaluo had always been at odds, but precisely because of this, he understood the Holy Son of Light better than others.
The fact that Heligalo would accept such a dishonorable identity as a lover can only mean that the benefits it brings are enough to satisfy him, and it also means that Ancia's value is far higher than he originally expected.
Becoming her lover is the key to winning her over...
“Even in complete darkness, there is still light… cough cough cough…” Isabel walked from the back of the classroom to the first row and inadvertently saw Heligaluo and Ancia holding hands under the desk. She gasped and choked on the air, immediately coughing incessantly.
“Teacher Isabel, are you alright? Do you need to rest?” Heligaluo met her gaze, his eyes calm, and asked gently.
“Saint… Heligalo, thank you for your concern. It was just a minor incident. Let’s continue the lesson.” Isabel, a Light Magician affiliated with the Holy See of Light, a Privy Councillor of the Holy See of Light in the Eternal City, and the teacher of Gracia’s Deep Magic Theory course, decided to turn a blind eye to what she saw and keep her movements during class as far away from the front row as possible.
One is her future boss, and the other is a formation scholar who has done a favor for the Holy See. If either of them oversteps the bounds, it would be enough for Isabel to choose to turn a blind eye, let alone the two of them together.
Verion chuckled softly, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table as he looked sharply at Heligaluo. "I just remembered, besides her position at the academy, Professor Isabel is also a Cardinal of the Holy See. It seems that although His Holiness the Holy Son has not yet been formally crowned, he is already the uncrowned pope of the Holy See. The subordinate relationships within the Holy See have already superseded the rules of the academy."
These words were rather harsh. Ancia frowned and looked coldly at Vilian.
Heligaluo first gently squeezed Ancia's fingers to soothe her displeasure before slowly turning his head to meet Vilian's gaze. His expression remained calm, but a thin layer of ice had formed in his azure eyes.
“Your Highness is too kind.” His tone was gentle, yet carried a subtle but sharp edge. “In terms of influence, how can the Papacy compare to the Royal Family? After all, even Diana, the head of the Royal Magicians’ Guild, only took Princess Eve as her apprentice at Gracia Academy. With such an excellent wind mage as her mentor, Princess Eve’s future achievements will be limitless.”
Before Verion could say anything more, he was interrupted by Ancia's gesture to stop him.
Anciya smiled slightly, "If you continue to disrupt my concentration, I will change seats in the next class."
This time, the person gently scratching her palm under the desk was Heligaluo. Ancia stopped writing and glanced at him sideways.
Heligaluo blinked and slowly, silently uttered a sentence to her.
"I was wrong, don't be angry."
Ancia gave a soft hum, tightly gripping Heligaluo's slightly loosened hand, restoring their fingers to an intertwined position, and a slight smile curved her lips.
She held his hand, engrossed in the profound theories of magic, until get out of class ended.
Along the corridor, knights in armor patrolled the castle with firm steps. Ancia and Heligaluo moved to the right to make way for the heavy armor.
After turning two corners of the staircase, Ancia saw the familiar gray-haired man in the doorway of a classroom. He was facing away from her and talking to Connor.
Connor handed over a delicate little wooden basket with several pieces of bread laid out on a white napkin. The bread looked incredibly soft. "I heard Your Highness likes bread. This is specially made by my family's chef. I hope Your Highness will enjoy it."
His words and the arrogance on his face were completely at odds; even the way he held the wooden basket was with only one index finger hooked, which was extremely frivolous.
Princess Eve wore a lifeless, fake smile as she picked up the wooden basket. "I will, Connor."
As soon as Connor turned around, Eve's smile vanished instantly, not even for a second longer. Eve looked at the wooden basket in her hand with disgust; if they weren't in public, she would have thrown it away.
Ancia walked over and asked, "Eve, can I have this basket of bread?"
Eve was a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, she still handed it to her. "You're interested in bread? I can bring it for you from the palace. The bread from the Marquis's mansion probably isn't very good."
Ancia shook her head, took a piece directly from the wooden basket, and slapped it against the wall.
Bang bang.
The hard bread made a sharp, creaking sound as it made direct contact with the wall.
In the portrait beside him, the poet asks in surprise, "Where did the murder weapon come from?"
Ancia: "As expected. He's not trying to please you, he's deliberately trying to make you his enemy."
This coincides with the truth that Aurora deduced from just a few words: Connor was consciously hindering the marriage.
Eve laughed in fury, "Fine, fine! Connor Sanchez, how dare you fool the princess like this!"
How disgusting! She can accept that her marriage partner is unhappy with this exchange of benefits, but how could she possibly like it?
But she could not tolerate the other party rejecting the marriage in such a way that trampled on her dignity. He deliberately provoked her, forcing her to take the initiative to break off the engagement, so that he would not have to bear any consequences and could even get compensation because of the royal family's change of heart. He really had a good plan!
Ancia had never seen Eve so angry, nor had Valian.
Villion walked over to Eve, his boots making an elegant echo on the ground. Even when speaking to his own sister, his tone remained indifferent. "Eve, don't you like Connor?"
Eve's face still held a trace of anger. She took a few deep breaths before asking softly, "Brother? When did you arrive?" She wanted to know how much Verion had seen.
Verion's tone hardened, "While Ancia was smashing the bread, Eve, answer my question."
Eve calmed down completely. "My preferences don't matter what Grandfather decides. Brother, your question is meaningless."
After saying that, she turned and left, with the same elegant demeanor as Vilian.
Ancia watched the farce unfold from the sidelines, then summoned the little fairies from the castle and gave them a gold coin. "Could you please dispose of this basket of trash?"
Little Fairy: "No problem!"
Ancia and Herigalo returned to Villa No. 12, where Erlan was already waiting for them on the balcony. She sat down in the sunlight and noticed that Erlan's chair had been moved back quite a bit, so it didn't even get any sun.
Ancia asked in confusion, "Why are you sitting so far back?"
"I take care of my face so I don't get tanned and someone will dislike me," Airland said calmly.
Ansia: "..."
Heligalo remained calm, dragging his chair back and retreating to the umbrella on the terrace.
Ancia coughed lightly, not refuting, "I'm going on the Royal Ruins Expedition, are you going?"
Heligalo: "Why do you suddenly want to go to the ruins? That's where the royal family recruits Gracia students, and you can't possibly join the royal family's camp."
Ancia: "What I want is inside the ruins."
Airland: "If you want to go, then I'll go with you."
Ancia counted on her fingers, "One, two, three, four, four people should be enough."
Airland narrowed his eyes. "Who else?"
Ancia tilted her head and pointed to the dark red, short-haired orc running towards the villa below. "Of course it's Skark."
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Author's Note: Next up is a 9000-word long story about time management master Ancia, written on the day of the Harvest Festival, divided into two chapters [cat emoji].
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