Loren knew the price of growth.
There were too many absurd rumors, he had learned not to care too much about others' gaze, not to pay too much attention to others' actions, and not to change others' thoughts.
If there was something that made Loren a bit of a headache, it was that once the Judgment Chief returned from the Calamity Servitude land in the far north of the Northern Continent to Aestheland Kingdom, the Ice Witch would depart for the Southern Continent.
Last time's priest examination was embarrassingly awkward.
Loren had prepared to apologize to Almis in person.
He sighed as he thought, his gaze through the window, looking at the beautiful campus and Ichrite in the distance.
