Rescue

Room for reconnaissance.

Due to the emergency, the headmaster denied all nobles entry and told them to leave the spacious enclosed area.

Nobody wants to listen to a bunch of foolish and mindless aristocrats whine about everything all the time. Cleo had to even knock out some stubborn nobility and throw them out regardless of their status.

Inside, tables were filled with displays displaying magical symbols, and people worked tirelessly together as they traded data.

Cleo sat at one of the tables, an orb in her palm, her hands on the table.

"Team 1 has entered the dungeon, according to reports."

Cleo, her arms folded, glanced at the screen in front of her, which displayed numerous perspectives.

"Instruct them to report when they get to their destination."

"Roger."

A portal appeared, and several individuals emerged from it. The people in the back were all dressed in shining armour, but the person leading them looked as though she had just gotten out of bed.