Like Astrid, Lance also received garments featuring the insignia of the Radiant Knights.
The matter seemed resolved, yet not entirely settled.
Because when they left at the end, Astrid was beaming, but Cecilia had a bitter expression on her face.
“Brother, what on earth have you been doing these past few days?”
Standing behind Lance, the little maid Noren looked worried.
They had just returned from Cecilia’s office, where her face had been so terrifyingly dark that Noren was trembling in her boots.
‘You are going to leave after some time, but I have to stay by Sister Cecilia’s side for a very long time!’
‘I must not make Sister Cecilia angry, lest my own treatment plummets as a result!’
“What have I done?”
Lance turned around, his scarlet eyes filled with confusion as he had not yet put on his helmet.
A short while ago, he was nothing more than a skeleton, an Undead Adventurer.
How much time had passed before his status had transformed into a Knight Commander of the orthodox Church, and he was even going to act as the interim Knight Commander for the local knight order?
Such a change in status left Lance feeling somewhat dazed.
With Lance’s current status and benefits alone, he could easily guarantee that Noren would attend the best Magic Academy.
After all, he had no personal expenses; finding a private magic tutor for Noren would be a breeze.
The only thing left to solve now was the issue with Noren’s body…
Once the semi-Blood Race state of Noren was reversed, allowing her to return to a normal human life, he could essentially just coast by on his relationship with the Saintess and live out his life comfortably within the Radiant Knights’ payroll.
Wait… that’s not right.
I am already dead…
While he was caught up in his thoughts, a spark of electricity suddenly flashed across Noren’s hair again.
It pricked Noren slightly once more.
What is going on?
Noren raised a hand to smooth her hair, unable to understand what was wrong with her today; why did her hair keep generating static electricity?
But it was only a small matter, and neither Noren nor Lance took it to heart.
Yet, just at that moment, the Witch’s voice echoed again in Lance’s long-silent mind, a single sentence so terrifying it made Lance freeze in place.
“Someone is attempting to track Noren…”
“What?!”
Lance was shocked, instantly losing his composure.
“Master, what has happened?”
However, Falia, within the Mental World, did not provide a reply immediately, leaving Lance feeling increasingly terrified.
Why would someone suddenly want to track Noren?!
Who did it?!
What is their purpose?!
Oblivious, Noren sat on a stool, watching her brother pace back and forth, assuming Lance was also worried about the situation with Cecilia and Astrid.
She shook her head repeatedly.
Sigh
My brother is good at everything, except he just cannot manage his social interactions with others.
Back when we were with the Restoration Army, many ‘good sisters’ approached me, hoping to use me to improve their relationships with my brother.
I have already helped him resolve countless emotional crises without him even realizing it.
Recalling those past events, and then thinking of Cecilia’s current expression, a glimmer of cunning flashed in Noren’s eyes, and she could not help but want to laugh.
After all, whenever she told Sister Cecilia that someone had a crush on her brother, Cecilia would always ‘sternly’ criticize these noble girls’ hedonistic thinking.
She would always open with talk of ‘national peril’ or ‘neglecting state affairs.’
She would even hint that she should help her brother reject these girls who were brimming with romantic interests.
Just from that time alone, Noren had received many favors from Sister Cecilia.
Hehehe… Sister Cecilia… Sister Astrid… they are both such good sisters, how am I supposed to choose?
Not knowing what she was daydreaming about, Noren lowered her head and giggled.
She had already made up her mind to help her brother stabilize both of them!
However, it would ultimately depend on her brother’s real strength.
With his current High Rank ability, he would never be able to get things done!
Just as she was mentally evaluating her brother, Noren felt the surroundings darken briefly, before returning to normal again.
Before this, the Witch in the Mental World was irritably smoothing her long silver hair.
She felt very uncomfortable with the situation she was currently facing.
This place, Siofra, is truly bizarre!
This inexplicable, unknown Law is something I cannot even analyze! I was even suppressed when I tried to break it!
Could this Law have a consciousness of its own?
Resting for a long time, the Witch’s mental strength had gradually begun to recover.
This allowed the other ‘Falias’ to recover from their dormant state.
“Do any of you have a solution?”
Hearing this, the few ‘Falias’ looked at each other in dismay.
If you don’t have a way, how could we?
We only have differences in personality and traits, but when it comes to knowledge, don’t we all share the same library?
Realizing she had asked a foolish question, the Witch shook her head and sighed helplessly.
Being able to detect the situation but unable to find the cause made her feel like she had something stuck in her throat.
She felt that if she told Lance about this, it would lower her status in his eyes.
It’s all because my body is incomplete… If only I could recover even a small portion of it, to have the ability to intervene in reality directly…
“In any case, shouldn’t we inform Mr. Lance about this?”
“Someone is attempting to track Miss Noren; regardless of their intentions, we must be prepared.”
Seeing that the main personality was in a bad state, Apprentice Falia, with her short hair, had to offer her suggestion.
“Right!”
Little Falia immediately chose to support her Apprentice sister’s opinion.
However, Professor Falia looked stern, very dissatisfied with the Witch’s performance.
How could I have become so paranoid after mastering the power of the Law?
Must I really get stuck on this minor point?
Is it not a common occurrence to be unable to figure out a situation?
Is it necessary to stress myself out like this?
But what made the Professor feel even more dissatisfied was that the Witch had not fulfilled her duties as a ‘Master’ at all!
Up until now, ‘Falia’ had not taught Lance anything decent!
To the ‘Falia’ who had just been promoted to Professor, this was unacceptable!
But constrained by the status gap between the two personalities, the Professor had to suppress her anger and said coldly:
“Just add a layer of protection to Noren.”
However, the Witch shook her head repeatedly, rejecting the opinions proposed by the Apprentice and the Professor.
“Oh my, we haven’t found the cause yet; how embarrassing would it be if Lance asked and I couldn’t answer?”
“Sigh… what should I do…”
Hearing this, veins bulged on Professor Falia’s temples, and she could no longer suppress her dissatisfaction.
She turned to look at the short-haired Apprentice.
Apprentice Falia looked at the Witch, appearing as if she had words on the tip of her tongue.
When she sensed the Professor looking at her, she felt her heart jump wildly and subconsciously shrank her neck.
Professor Falia then looked at the naive Falia on the other side, but the naive Falia did not understand the situation and even glared back, looking very displeased.
Sighing in sorrow, the Professor rose and walked toward the Witch, who was drifting back and forth in the room, knitting her brows in thought.
She intercepted the Witch’s movement in mid-air.
The Witch, who bumped into the Professor, turned back in confusion, only to find the Professor’s face as cold as ice, looking ready to cause trouble.
“W-what’s wrong?”
Witch Falia felt inexplicably guilty, and her tone became much weaker.
However, Professor Falia did not reply immediately; she simply reached out both hands, pinched the Witch’s pale, unrecovered cheeks, and said word by word:
“Now! Give the control to me!”
“Ah?”
Witch Falia was greatly shocked, instantly casting her previous worries to the back of her mind.
“I have treated you well, why would you have thoughts of replacing me?!”
“Give the control to me!”
“A power grab! A coup! Ngh…”
Before she finished speaking, the Witch’s pale cheeks were heartlessly pinched by the Professor, making her words leak out and sound distorted.
“Give the control to me!”
Professor Falia repeated her demand once more, her tone growing colder.
Feeling that the Professor’s state was quite abnormal, the Witch did not dare to talk back to this ‘self’ in such a condition for the time being.
She hurriedly looked for help toward Apprentice Falia and naive Falia, who were watching the show.
But Apprentice Falia quickly averted her gaze and lowered her head, acting as if she did not see the coup happening before her eyes.
Dammit! Is she actually on the Professor’s side?!
With no other choice, the Witch looked toward naive Falia.
As long as naive Falia chose to support her, it would be two against two! The motion to impeach her would not pass!
Instantly, both the Witch and the Professor looked over, causing naive Falia to be at a loss.
A coup and power grab was still too difficult for the still-ignorant Falia to comprehend.
“Little Falia, head down! Quickly bow your head!”
Just as Little Falia was bewildered, Apprentice Falia, who had already lowered her head, gave her a hint in a low voice.
Hearing this, Little Falia did not hesitate at all and chose to accept the Apprentice sister’s suggestion, after all, Apprentice sister was very good to her!
Umm! It’s over!
The Witch pretended to be sad, but in action, she did not hesitate, immediately handing the control of the main personality over to the Professor.
“Hehe… are you going to imprison me?”
Witch Falia asked truthfully, but only received an eye roll from the Professor.