The sounds inside and outside the lecture hall indeed quieted down, pairs of eyes looking at him incredulously, as if they were gazing at a candle flickering in the darkness.
They all fought their way to earn the qualification to sit here, and no one had ever spoken such defiant words to them—
'Sacred is not the classroom, but each soul that pursues knowledge.'
'It's a pity I don't have the ability to build ten thousand Mage Towers; otherwise, I would surely put them all in, instead of letting them squeeze in the corridor.'
For the first time, pure astonishment flashed in Ilana's eyes as she gazed at the prince on the podium, moved not by his face, handsome and devoid of other merits, but by something else—such as that noble soul.
Kurs sneered disdainfully, yet sitting beside him, the junior Finn was thrilled with excitement, his face flushed red.
