Located in the northwest of the Protoss Empire, the Kingdom of Asetelan, Gedalia, the royal capital of the Northern Territory.

The evening glow filters through the dense canopy, dancing with the smoke rising in the air, coating the forest city's twilight with a soft sheen. As the stars slowly light up in the sky, the city-state begins to welcome the night.

At the end of February, the short day is about to end.

In the heart of the city, surrounded by trees on the edge of a clear lake, stands a magnificent temple.

Deep within the temple, a hall woven from pure white jade and deep gray stone pillars.

The Ice Witch, Yaya, sat gracefully on the sofa, gently picking up a delicate porcelain cup. Pale green tea leaves slowly unfurled in the transparent hot water, releasing a pleasant fragrance.

She closed her eyes, savoring the tranquility of the moment.

However, the tranquility did not last long.

In an invisible corner of the air, the cloaked Hyperion watched with a resolute and cold gaze, or was preparing.

As long as she could touch the Ice Witch, her special training from the Ice Witch would be considered complete.

Her breath had long been silenced, and she approached the Ice Witch swiftly and silently, like a ghost.

But the Ice Witch remained seated, motionless, as if she were completely unaware of the approaching Hyperion.

Just as Hyperion's dagger was about to reach the Ice Witch's back, she suddenly felt a chill on her feet.

An invisible chill quickly spread from the floor to her ankles, freezing her feet and locking her firmly in place.

Hyperion struggled to break free, but the power of the chill was unmatched, spreading to her hands, causing her dagger to hover in the air, only a hair's breadth away from the Ice Witch.

"You still haven't eliminated the intention to attack."

The Ice Witch finally opened her eyes and said softly.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Almis."

Hyperion lowered her head in frustration, a glimmer of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

However, the Ice Witch's gaze was deep and gentle.

"It's okay, you're almost getting the hang of it. You have a unique talent for eliminating your presence, but it seems to only be activated in moments of life and death."

She gently raised her finger, and the chill dissipated, releasing Hyperion's feet, and with the accompanying healing magic, left no frostbite on Hyperion's body.

"..."

Hyperion cautiously retreated, her face flushed, her heart filled with respect.

She could indeed feel that she was sometimes able to eliminate her magic, aura, and even her presence in urgent situations.

But she was embarrassed to say whether it was her talent or created by someone after birth.

"Hyperion, continue."

The Ice Witch said softly, and a chill pushed Hyperion to the corner of the temple.

And so, in the depths of the temple, in the Ice Witch's hall, changes of peace and frost intermingled again and again.

Until no more afterglow of the evening sun penetrated the colored windows, only the lamplight shone on Hyperion's young and determined face, her shadow stretching on the cold stone floor, still a little short of the Ice Witch.

"Let's stop here for today, don't rush, you're almost feeling it."

The Ice Witch healed Hyperion's slight frostbite.

Next month, she would send Hyperion to the Protoss Empire, and currently, she was still training Hyperion's stealth and escape skills.

In any case, survival is the most important thing.

Although she would send those three clergymen familiar to Hyperion as responders to the northwest province of the Protoss Empire, if it really came to performing tasks in the imperial capital of Helrom, it would still depend on Hyperion.

"The Protoss Royal Magic Academy you're going to next month is a very unfriendly school for ordinary students. You, who come from the Southern Continent, should be very uncomfortable. For you, the first difficulty is to get enough credits before the day of the planned jailbreak to successfully reach the threshold and successfully take on the prison internship task."

The Ice Witch signaled Hyperion to sit beside her and told Hyperion,

"If you're strong enough, you can quickly rise to the top ten of the third-year students. Even the tenth place at the very end will have considerable power... but there's only a month, which is almost impossible to do. If a commoner isn't in the top ten, when you want to earn credits, you're likely to suffer very harsh injustice in this school, which may be a little unfair to you."

"It's okay, I'm very tolerant, Teacher Almis."

Hyperion nodded in response.

She had never been the kind to act as a bully.

"..."

The Ice Witch couldn't help but feel puzzled in her brief silence.

This month of getting along with her had made her realize that Hyperion was a good child, and it didn't seem like she was pretending at all.

She was elegant, kept her promises, as pure as falling snow, gentle and fearless.

Very different from her mother, Ifatia.

If Ifatia was regarded as a weak little angel, the consequences would be quite serious.

The personalities of Talia and Ifatia were very different, but one thing was very similar, that was when they wanted to retaliate against someone, they would become very crazy and terrifying.

Currently, Hyperion was completely unlike either her mother or her aunt.

"By the way, Teacher Almis, has there been any news from the Protoss Empire recently?"

Hyperion asked.

The Ice Witch shook her head.

Recently, the blockade of the northern border had been strengthened again, and even the communications of the northern provinces of the empire had been isolated from other provinces. Except for confidential departments with special channels, even in the imperial capital of Helrom, it was impossible to obtain information about the northern provinces.

"Worried about him again?"

The Ice Witch asked rhetorically.

Of course, she knew why Hyperion cared about the Protoss Empire.

That young man named Lan Qi, Wilfred, should have drifted into the Protoss Empire after separating from Hyperion.

"I hope Cat Boss listened to my words and kept an eye on him."

Hyperion was indeed worried about Lan Qi, but it was a multi-faceted worry that was difficult to explain to the Ice Witch in detail.

"Don't worry, I have great faith in Loren's character, and the students Loren teaches must also be people who uphold order and have good character. You can put your heart at ease ten thousand times over for such a young man."

The Ice Witch took another sip of tea and evaluated with certainty.

"..."

There were some things Hyperion didn't feel comfortable saying.

After all, she never said bad things about Lan Qi, so she had nothing to say now.

But maybe she was really overthinking it.

Lan Qi had promised her that after finishing this project, he would take a leisurely tour of the empire and then go back.

Putting aside the things he had done in the Shadow World in the past, in the real world, he was still a very stable and trustworthy man.

There shouldn't be any problems.

She also had to continue working hard.

Sedimentation.

May we meet again in the imperial capital.

Please give me monthly tickets! Xi Gouzi bangs his head for his fathers!

(End of this chapter)