"Well then, should I address you as the 'Great Dictator of Airetusa' now, esteemed Ms. Lux Andelie?"
On the other side of the headmistress's desk, the Demon Hunter sat relaxed in his chair, sending a teasing laugh towards the main seat of the desk.
Margaret listened expressionlessly, as a hefty tome floated into the air beside her hand and sailed towards Lann's handsome smile.
But halfway through, the Demon Hunter easily caught it in his hand.
"Oh ho, 'Academy Management Rules and Notices'... are you telling me you're only starting to catch up now?"
The magic throw was indeed quite fast; an ordinary person probably wouldn't have reacted before it smacked them in the face.
But unfortunately, Lann had the dynamic sight and reflexes to catch a Tree Spirit Arrow mid-air.
So this kind of female warlock-style punishment between Margaret and Lann was just a harmless amusement.
