[Group Chat Message]

Heisha Cavendish:

Dear students, I am Professor Heisha, responsible for leading this expedition group.

The research expedition stationed at Dante Port will be replaced with front-line battle support. Please pack your luggage in advance, and if you are unable to go due to urgent matters, please inform us beforehand.

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Location: Ethereal Emblem: Duel Plaza

Members of the Extreme Association and Fantasy Association are gathering together.

As Chloe arrived, he saw Fratiss munching on an ice pop, making a “mmm-mmm” sound.

“Fratiss.”

He called out, and instantly, the little gourmet knight’s ahoge stood up:

“Ah, it’s Senior Chloe.”

Chloe glanced at the little gourmet, then showed a helpless expression.

“Fratiss, don’t you think you’ve got a bit too much stuff there?”

It’s not that he’s worried about the little gourmet’s health, it’s just that Fratiss’ backpack is too overwhelming.

Have you ever seen a backpack taller than a person?

Anyway, Chloe hasn’t seen one before.

He cautiously said:

“Junior, if somebody’s taken you, just nod twice.”

Fratiss was silent for a moment.

Chloe started to get nervous.

Could it be she’s really been taken?

Then he saw Fratiss’s face turn red, and she stammered:

“It’s all, all all all…”

“All who bullied you?”

“It’s all food.”

Chloe: ???

Fratiss covered her face in agony.

Good gracious.

Chloe pointed incredulously at the mountain-like backpack and said:

“Are you saying this backpack is filled entirely with food?”

Fratiss nodded cautiously and said:

“Did I bring too much? Maybe I should take out a third?”

Chloe said with a wry smile:

“I think I should get a mirror so you can see the expression on your face right now.”

“Hmm?”

“You look just like an abandoned little critter.”

Fratiss puffed her cheeks.

She’s not that greedy.

It’s just that she happened to bring a bit too much while packing.

But in the next moment, she felt the load on her luggage lighten, and she nervously grabbed the backpack’s strap and said:

“Senior, the most I can give you is a fifth!”

Floating mid-air, Fratiss bemoaned sorrowfully:

“Can’t it be just a tenth?”

Chloe gave Fratiss’s head a couple of gentle bonks and said with a wry smile:

“Let go, I’ll put it in my space backpack. Come find me when you want to eat something.”

“Eh?”

“This offer won’t last forever!”

“Okay!”

The little glutton finally relinquished her treasure.

Just then, a real kitty came bouncing up to Chloe:

“Servant meow! Elu is here meow!”

The newcomer was the magic cat Elu.

Carrying a small bundle on its back, it leapt into Chloe’s arms and said:

“Servant meow, scratch my chin meow!”

Chloe first put away Fratiss’s backpack, then held Elu and said:

“Why aren’t you delivering messages to the teachers today, and running to me instead?”

He scratched Elu’s chin.

Elu showed a comfortable expression.

But a moment later, its fur bristled.

Because it noticed another “cat” was glaring at it intently from the side.

Its tail wagged back and forth.

Fratiss’s gaze followed the tail’s movement.

A little cat.

A big cat.

Staring at each other.

Moments later, one person and one cat finally confirmed—

The other is adorable!

Chloe thought for a moment, then took two items out of his space backpack.

One was a dried Silver Starfish from the Fallen Star Sea, high-grade cat food.

The other was spicy Silver Starfish slices from the Fallen Star Sea, a nice snack.

He handed the fish to the magic cat, and Elu shrieked:

“Love you meow, Chloe is the best meow!”

Handing the opened slices to Fratiss, Fratiss imitated the manner, saying with a monotonous voice:

“Love you meow, Senior is the best meow!”

Clearly, the little glutton was seriously talking nonsense.

But Chloe still showed a relaxed and contented smile.

However, he soon felt an infernal whisper coming from behind him:

“You all seem to be having a great time!”

Fratiss was startled.

She turned her head to see it was Vice President Miseria.

“Fratiss, later ride in the same carriage with me.”

Fratiss tilted her head without refusing.

Chloe could clearly feel Miseria’s significant resentment.

Who could have provoked her?

As if realizing Chloe’s gaze, Miseria painfully pinched her brow and said:

“Got duped by a lazy woman, she clearly said she’d discuss the arrangements for the Fantasy Night with me yesterday, but then she told me late at night she fell asleep after getting home.”

Bringing up the matter, the bespectacled lady was indignant.

Is this something a person should do?

Went to sleep after drinking, huh?

Made her spend the whole night working on backup plans, worried she’d get dark circles under her eyes.

Chloe suddenly felt a bit guilty.

No way.

The culprit behind Lilith’s “Hangover” yesterday is right here.

It’s just that Chloe didn’t notice, not far away, Young Lady Teresa was looking at Chloe with a peculiar expression.

Her talent, the “Night-blooming Jasmine,” told her that Chloe, who already had several entangled ambiguous scents, now had a new scent.

And the intensity of that scent far exceeded usual.

In Teresa’s understanding, there’s only one possibility for this situation to occur.

Finished within 24 hours.

She took a deep breath and began to focus.

The various surrounding scents made her show a discomforted expression.

After unraveling them, she finally found the source of the new scent.

Her expression instantly darkened.

Well, good grief.

It turned out to be President Lilith of the Fantasy Association.

No kidding.

Do you know what you’re doing?

The Fantasy Association has just this one precious member, and you directly went and done that?

Are you really not worried about being held accountable later on?

At this moment, someone shouted nearby:

“The mentors are here.”

Everyone looked up at the group of mentors walking from outside the plaza.

The three mentors leading were two men and one woman.

The man was someone who previously conversed with Chloe, a senior professor at the Support Academy, Kenneth’s director from the Extraordinary Erosion Department of the Ethereal Emblem Affiliated Hospital.

The other was wearing light armor and holding a massive curved blade; Chloe had a slight impression.

It seemed to be Mentor Jean from the Warrior Academy, the sequence six of the Soldier Lord Path, Eternal Blade, an old acquaintance of Master Nini from her early years.

The last one was Heisha, who kept yawning.

Behind them was a group of mentors mainly from the Titan Path, the Patrolling Path, and the Shadow Stab Path.

Chloe quickly scanned with her eyes.

Well, good heavens.

Including Heisha and Director Kenneth, this mentor group alone had four people at sequence five.

There were as many as eight people at sequence six.

Twelve mentors at sequence seven.

And further down?

No further down.

A mentor group entirely above sequence seven, to be honest, even at the Ethereal Emblem, this is somewhat rare.

The Fantasy Association also brought quite a few people.

Including Lilith, five seniors came from the fourth year.

Including Fufu and Miseria, four juniors came from the third year.

The second-year students numbered the fewest, with only three besides Chloe.

In contrast, eleven freshmen came from the first year.

Clearly, this is a group fostering new with the old, passing on experience and learning together.

Second-year students who already had some experience mostly didn’t come, leaving the opportunities entirely for the first-year newcomers.

And the leading group was still the core combat team of the Fantasy Association.

One could say it’s truly just nurturing newcomers.

Especially the seniors in the fourth year.

These people have long gone to the front lines to fight; for them, this time isn’t very useful.

The Extreme Association had quite a few people too.

The Extreme Association didn’t have members in the third and fourth years, though there was one graduate student.

Or rather, these members were all affiliated with the Fantasy Association.

So now surrounding Chloe were primarily the core combat team consisting of the Four Quirky Members of the Second-Year Healing Class, together with the original eleven second-year freshmen of the Lion Heart Society.

As for the first-year newcomers, excluding those shared with the Fantasy Association, the only exceptions were Abigail, Aisha, and the first-year newcomer from the original Lion Heart Society, Caesar.

Chloe wasn’t worried about the former.

Abigail just seemed to be like sequence nine.

Aisha’s fine too.

She and Elu follow top technical genius, Mentor Diorna; they don’t need much care.

Chloe had to pay a bit more attention to the latter.

The newcomer named Caesar, who was salvaged from the Lion Heart Society, mustn’t be allowed to get snuffed out.

That night, everyone took the teleportation array to Dante Port.

The teleportation array took Mayer Trading Company’s channel.

Mayer Trading Company’s Floating City was preparing to leave Dante Port tonight, and Chloe and the others managed to catch the last ride.

Just after getting off from Mayer Floating City, the students’ attention was drawn to a group of priests dressed in scarlet robes.

Miseria whispered:

“Oh? Are the priests of the Patrol Hunting Church waiting for some bigwig?”

She looked somewhat apprehensive in the direction of the Patrol Hunting Church.

Indeed, the Patrol Hunting Church was also one of the True God Churches.

But then again…

The reputation of the Lord of the Hunt is a bit mixed.

After all, they frequently did things like using the heads of Evil God’s Followers for building mounds and making soap and gold by peeling their skins.

Of course.

Starting mid-Dawn Era, the Patrol Hunting and its followers have somewhat restrained themselves.

Finally, evolving from “All Evil God’s Followers must be exterminated to nine generations” to “For Evil God’s Followers, they must implicate their family.”

Quite a happy occasion, indeed, a happy occasion.

Truly a great progress in church history.

Patrol Hunting followers have finally evolved from utter lunatics to occasionally abstract lunatics.

Anyways, seeing a group of Patrol Hunting followers gather together made Miseria instinctively nervous.

Afraid to turn around only to see evil god followers’ corpses piled like a mountain or sea.

“Who are Patrol Hunting’s people waiting for here anyway.”

“No idea, might be some big guy.”

“Should we take a different path? I’m afraid of being targeted by Patrol Hunting people.”

“Shh, lower your voice, do you want to die?!”

But no one noticed some people’s expressions in the team became subtle.

Like Heisha.

Like Elu.

Like Lilith.

Like Aisha.

Like Teresa.

These are people who heard some news from various channels.

Just when they were about to take a detour, an archbishop leading the Patrol Hunting Church lit up his eyes and headed straight towards them.

Some mentors instinctively drew their weapons, only to be stopped by Heisha.

Some students became a bit nervous, fearing a conflict might break out.

Who would have thought, before the archbishop even got close, he shouted:

“Saint Child Chloe, please stop!”

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