1 Second Invincibility in the Game

Chapter 62

The occasional sound of scribbling could be heard. Even though the professor was conducting the class from the podium, the students were murmuring due to the recent incidents.“Up to here, we’ve described the expressions of magic before the Age of Change… Hmm.”

The professor scanned the students and sighed deeply.

“It seems you can’t concentrate because of recent events.”

First, it was a first-year student from Adelle Hall. Next, a second-year from Buerger Hall went missing. Today, it was a third-year from Schlaphe Hall.

There were even rumors of strange ghost sightings outside the dormitories, and the chaos showed no signs of subsiding.

“Regarding that, our professors are working on it, so you can relax. It’s something that happens occasionally.”

When the professor spoke nonchalantly, Ricks raised his hand.

“Occasionally… What happened to the people who went missing before?”

“They usually come back.”

“Usually?”

“Let’s see… Last year, about seven people went missing, and six were found.”

“What about the one who wasn’t found?”

The professor replied in a relaxed tone.

“They were found dead.”

The students’ reactions grew colder. The only ones who remained unfazed were those who had taken the third exam.

Being exposed to deadly trials, they had already realized that common sense from the outside world didn’t apply here.

“Don’t worry too much. You know the professors are

What would it say?

She hoped her father had accepted her mother back and acknowledged her desire to become a knight… It was a moment of tense anticipation.

However, the moment she read the first line, her grip tightened.

[It’s good news that he entered Frostheart. If he doesn’t mind you wielding a sword, you must be satisfied. But don’t let your guard down. You must strive to keep his attention away from other girls.]

Rustle—

The subject was neither her mother nor herself but some other man.

It was always like this.

During meals, she was told to go meet him; when she chose clothes, she was told he wouldn’t like them. Whatever she did, it was always about Hersel, Hersel, Hersel.

Even in letters now… Hersel.

The memories of the father she loved seemed to be shrinking.

She could no longer recall the smile he had when he looked at her with pride or the excited tone he had when he said he was proud of her.

All she could remember was his icy expression and formal voice…

“I was a fool to expect anything.”

So, Leana buried her emotions.

If you expect recklessly, you’ll only be disappointed recklessly.

Better to become indifferent.

“Ah.”

Her clothes stuck to her sweaty skin.

Leana suppressed her expression and grabbed her washing basket.

Entering the private shower room and closing the door, the curtain fluttered.

Tap—

A red glare flashed beyond the window.

It stared persistently at the old armor in the corner.