The News Agency

Soon, a steaming pot of Silver Lily Lotus Soup was ready.

Kristine and the volunteers distributed it to the students in the hospital beds.

For the first three hours, there was no effect.

Everyone was still busy with their own tasks, flipping through various medical books, searching for a cure.

No one paid any mind to the medicated soup.

Until the fourth hour after the patients had drunk the soup.

Everything changed.

Everyone was astonished to find that the patients’ originally rapid breathing had stabilized.

The flush on their faces and those strange dark red flower spots quickly faded.

Their listless demeanor was swept away, and clarity returned to their eyes.

“Th-This!”

The experienced professors and teachers couldn’t make sense of the situation.

This illness had come out of nowhere, and it had disappeared just as mysteriously.

After asking, these experts were even more puzzled.

These patients had not received any treatment in the past few hours.

Nor had they drunk any magic potions.

They had only eaten a bowl of Silver Lily Lotus Soup.

Some exclaimed in surprise, while others speculated.

“It must be the Saintess’s Silver Lily Lotus Soup that took effect!”

“That’s right, Senior Kristine is the Saintess. Maybe this is a blessing from the gods!”

“Senior truly is the Silver Lily Saintess!”

Sounds of joy echoed in the school infirmary.

Everyone attributed the success to Kristine.

Only Kristine herself had a bewildered look on her face.

She really hadn’t done anything, just made a pot of Silver Lily Lotus Soup.

The female professor looked at this miraculous scene, a little dazed.

She carefully examined each recovered student and confirmed that they were indeed cured, without any side effects.

She even tasted the remaining soup herself.

And found that apart from its sweet taste, there was nothing special about it.

‘What on earth is going on?’

The professor was completely baffled, feeling that this disease was truly bizarre, just inexplicable.

Kristine looked at the recovered students, then at the empty soup pot.

She had just cooked it as she always did. Was it really that magical?

Could it really be a miracle from the gods?

Black stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking at Kristine who was surrounded by everyone, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Things had gone even more smoothly than he had expected.

With this, the source of the epidemic had been snuffed out.

Kristine was also cleared of suspicion and her reputation had even improved.

The Blightbloom Fever incident could be considered over.

However, Black was a little surprised.

This incident had gone a bit too smoothly.

There had been no movement from Randolph’s side at all.

Did he think that no one could stop the spread of Blightbloom Fever?

Or did he already have other plans?

Black didn’t feel relieved. Instead, he had a bad feeling.

After all, behind Randolph, there was still a certain Silver Dragon giving him advice!

Black knew this villain all too well.

Silver Dragon was the fourth-in-command of the Dragon Cult.

In the current first chapter of the story, his role was very small, and he wouldn’t personally interfere.

He would just give Randolph a little advice from time to time.

The second chapter of the story was his main stage.

He was also the final boss of the second chapter.

Walking along the tree-lined path of the academy, Black’s mood was not light.

‘Randolph…’

‘What will he do next?’

He frowned slightly, thinking silently.

‘Will he still proceed with the original plan and tamper with the upcoming Sacred Rite?’

‘Or, because I’ve repeatedly disrupted his plans, will he be forced to make a change?’

‘What kind of advice will Silver Dragon give?’

“I can’t pin my hopes on the enemy following the script.”

He muttered to himself.

The old Pope would definitely not let this go.

But frankly, Black found it difficult to guess the other’s thoughts.

All he could do was to place as many pieces as possible along the enemy’s likely paths of action to prevent the worst from happening.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.

While still in the academy, he stopped a few passing students and asked for the specific location of the News Agency.

Then he hurried over.

The News Agency was located in the student activity center.

Since the Golden Feast was not yet over, the entire building was decorated with golden ears of wheat, colorful ribbons, and flashing magic arrays.

It had a festive and joyous atmosphere.

People were coming and going in the hall, and students crowded around the festival stalls of various clubs.

The sounds of conversation, laughter, and the occasional burst of magic mixed together, full of youthful energy.

Black ignored the surrounding noise.

Following the signs, he made his way to the door of the News Agency.

Pushing open the ajar door, a smell of ink and paper washed over him.

The News Agency’s office was quite large, and a dozen or so members were busy at their desks.

Some were writing articles with flying pens, some were drawing illustrations with brushes, and some were printing newspapers with a clatter…

Everyone was busy with their own work, and no one noticed him, an outsider.

Until a female student happened to look up, saw his face clearly, and couldn’t help but let out a low cry.

“Black Rosén?!”

This name seemed to have a magical power, breaking the original rhythm of the others.

Almost all the members looked up in unison, their gazes focused on him.

Surprise, curiosity, excitement…

All sorts of emotions flashed across their faces.

For the members of the News Agency, Black was a “figure of the hour” whom they had once reported on extensively and even published a special issue for!

Seeing him in person now, it was inevitable that they would be excited.

Being stared at by so many people, Black felt a little awkward and gave a simple greeting.

“Hello, everyone.”

He then looked at the girl who had recognized him and asked.

“Excuse me, is your club president, Nadia, in?”

The girl pointed to a room at the very back of the office.

“The president is in there.”

“Thank you.”

Black nodded and, under the curious gazes of the crowd, walked to the door and knocked.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

A slightly impatient female voice came from inside, accompanied by the sound of shuffling cards.

“I’m busy! I’m studying Senior Kristine’s latest tarot reading!”

“Even if it’s the end of the world, it can wait!”

Black was speechless and knocked again.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The voice inside became angry.

“Didn’t you hear me?! I, your great president, am divining the senior’s love fortune!”

“According to the stars and the cards, she’s very likely a potential lesbian!”

“Don’t disturb me at this critical moment that concerns my lifelong happiness!”

Hearing this, Black’s forehead was covered in black lines. He suppressed the urge to complain and knocked for the third time.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

“Aiya!”

A flurry of hurried movements came from inside.

It was followed by the sound of angry footsteps approaching the room.

With a “swoosh,” the door was yanked open.

Nadia, with her messy hair, her eyes wide.

Without even seeing who it was, she first shouted.

“Is the sky falling?! If you mess up the thread of fate between me and the senior, I’ll…”

Halfway through her words, she finally saw clearly who was standing outside the door.

Her voice came to an abrupt halt.