"..."
Lanci felt that this woman named Gloria did not seem to be an enemy.
She didn't carry strong malice towards him, but rather a more complex mixture of emotions, perhaps jealousy, doubt, defiance, but not hostility.
Lanci quickly understood that she was likely a direct subordinate lurking within the Protoss Royal Academy.
She was also one of their Hegemony Branch members.
His authority was higher, and with the [Certificate of the Saint-Hegemony], he could subtly sense anyone bearing the [Certificate of Rebirth-Hegemony].
But she seemed to be a bit unhappy.
Lanci could only offer a wistful smile in response, expressing his friendly intent.
His emerald-colored eyes, free from any flaws, his expression carrying a slight mournfulness and concern.
"...!"
This caused Gloria to tightly clench her fists, the veins on the back of her hand visibly bulging.
To her, Lanci's expression at this moment seemed to say: Sikder, she is fond of me, there's nothing I can do about it.
