"So you want me to believe that the beautiful blue sapphire ring on your hand was given to a, hmm... cute Half-Elf?"
Margaret and Lann were walking through the luxurious and bright corridors of Airetusa Academy.
The charming headmistress held the Demon Hunter's arm, smiling sweetly, looking like a couple heading to a banquet.
Harmonious and well-matched.
Even the Female Warlock students and teachers passing by couldn't help but be more restrained.
Yet, the keen Lann detected the sarcasm hidden in Margaret's seemingly gentle words.
"To be precise, a Hobbit."
The Demon Hunter explained the matter.
"It's not quite like the Half-Elves we have here, and Bilbo is very nice! He brings trouble with him, so I lent a hand. You know me, Rita."
"Yes, I know you." The dean's alluring eyes under her eye shadow glanced at the Demon Hunter with a smile, "The great and bright Goddess Knight."
