"Just giving you a warning," Lyra said indifferently as she withdrew her magic.
Thud!
Lucien collapsed to his knees, gasping heavily, his face pale as a sheet.
"Lathel is my disciple. I… will not allow anyone to slander him. Do you understand?" Lyra frowned, her gaze filled with disdain and killing intent.
Lucien gritted his teeth. He wasn't angry at Professor Lyra—in fact, what he thought in his heart was entirely different: 'Damn it! Even a professor has been fooled by him. Lathel… you really are a bastard.'
'But soon enough, I'll rip off that filthy, deceitful mask of yours, so everyone can see who you really are.'
Lucien took a deep breath. He knew clearly that his current situation was unfavorable.
Lyra didn't trust him, and the more he spoke, the more she would come to hate him. Exposing Lathel's fake persona would become all the more difficult.
