Seeing Lucien raging like thunder about to strike, Lyra was so furious she nearly cried—but her lips were numb from earlier… excessive mouth activity.
She gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and a violent green gust suddenly blew forth, sending Lucien flying.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The howling wind startled Lucien. He quickly tried to retreat, but how could he be faster than Lyra?
"Ack! Professor… I—AGH!!!" Lucien didn't even finish his sentence before being blown far, far away.
Lyra was panting—not from exhaustion, but from embarrassment. Her lips, already reddened from overuse, trembled as a drop of cloudy white fluid clung to her flushed cheek.
She looked off into the distance, then glanced around. Realizing there was no one else nearby besides Lucien, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Right after, she summoned Azure and flew off like the wind.
…
Inside the room, Lathel sat on his bed, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
