"Student Qing Yue..." Song Qian Long murmured, staring at the person in question while rubbing his chin. "Blessing, Psychic, and Light Elements, huh...I see. So you are a support-type mage."
"Yes sir!" Qing Yue gave a cute little salute accompanied by a wink.
"Heh..." Song Qian Long chuckled, then glanced at me discretely.
What? Why are you looking at me? Just because you are my godfather doesn't mean you are Qing Yue's as well, you hear me? Don't even think about laying a single finger on her. I know she's cute, but you aren't allowed to touch her.
The principal cleared his throat and feigned a cough as he saw my murderous glare, and averted his gaze quickly. "Now then...I wonder, do I have any support-type artifacts...?"