The environment of the Scilar Magic Academy was unusually quiet and beautiful. Under the light yellow luster, this Baroque-style building group had a different style of elegance.
On the path, Locke and Athena two walked side by side, enjoying the beautiful tranquility.
Compared with the quiet environment around Locke and Athena, the atmosphere in the reception room of the Office of Academic Affairs was particularly dignified and depressing.
"Mrs. Beulah, you must give us a reasonable explanation today!"
A middle-aged man in brocade said coldly, leaning against a chair.
"Mr. Cecil, the appointment of Mr. Capet has been confirmed by Mr. Francis himself, and the Office of Academic Affairs has no right to make decisions without authorization." Facing the middle-aged man who was angry, Mrs. Beulah smiled and replied calmly and politely.