radicalducati Chapter 32 Mien's Appreciation
Chapter 32 Mien's Appreciation
Lucia felt as if she wasn't standing on the floor, but on cotton.
Everything around me felt light and airy.
She felt a sense of relief, and more than that, she felt she hadn't let Mien down; all her worries had vanished.
Her small chest puffed out, revealing a hint of pride.
Her heart pounded like a flame, pulling her forward.
She wanted to see Mien immediately, tell him the news, and tell him that she had fulfilled his expectations.
"Meet the teacher openly and honestly!"
Mien sat alone in Professor Yingli's office with his legs crossed.
He leisurely examined the report card, then took a sip of his coffee.
As soon as he returned, a group of teachers pulled him into Yingli's office, excitedly telling him that Lucia had passed the test perfectly and even ranked third in the entire new grade, even though Lucia had enrolled a year late.
I just don't understand what they're so happy about? It's like they've won a championship.
After all, Mien was not surprised by the result at all.
So they were given a verbal compliment and sent away, since it wasn't like they had discovered any new magical materials.
While looking at the report card, he pondered Lucia's future training arrangements.
Many possible development paths had already been considered: focusing on academic research like Hein's, or on Phyllis's investigative work, or even cultivating her into a perfect vase-like saintly model for the Papacy...
However, after meeting Miss Knight Neuer this time, Mien made a decision—the Academy of Scholars needed his top combat strength.
This self-inflicted costly strategy is no longer suitable for the new environment.
As the fighting intensifies, one cannot guarantee their safety without a weapon.
While ensuring she is proficient in her duties as the Holy Maiden of Light, we must focus all our efforts on developing her combat capabilities.
Having 80% resonance of full energy and not practicing martial arts is truly a waste of talent.
Based on the Academy's past practices, other forces are unlikely to notice in time.
Just establish Lucia as a classic "vase" figure; that should be enough to fool people for a while.
At that moment, the spreading magic sensed the girl rushing towards them.
Mien got up. He had called her here so that he could personally lead her through the checkpoint, so he went outside to wait for her.
Lucia ran to the front of the teaching and research building and saw that familiar tall figure in the distance. A sense of comfort and familiarity welled up inside her, which further ignited the excitement in her heart.
Stop running and walk quickly toward Mien.
This time, instead of shyly lowering her head, she looked directly at him with a happy and expectant expression.
When Lucia came to stand in front of Mien, she didn't know what to say. Perhaps Teacher Mien already knew her grades, but she was exhausted and panting with her face flushed.
Just as she was at a loss, Mien took a small step forward, and Lucia felt her face almost touching his.
Mien reached out and gently pulled Lucia's head to his left side, patting her tenderly, like an elder encouraging a child.
Lucia felt herself being tightly enveloped by Mien's large body and clothes, and smelled the scent of books and woolen clothes.
"Luya, you did very well on the theory test this time, great job!"
Mien encouraged him, then quickly let go and patted the little shoulder.
In an instant, the fire that was burning in the girl's heart was soothed by the gentleness of reason, almost suffocating her.
Her face was flushed, even more so than the blush from running, and her head was buzzing.
All her expectations for encouragement and praise for Mien were met far beyond what she had imagined.
"Come with me to the Holy Core." Mien patted her back gently and led her deeper into the Academy of Scholars:
"Next, we'll prepare for your combat test. Time is of the essence, so we need to hurry."
"Um... okay, teacher..." Lucia buried her blushing face in her hands, her thoughts wandering.
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The two remained silent as they passed the first checkpoint and entered the deep research area.
The tranquil and sacred environment gradually calmed Lucia's mood and thoughts.
Mien asked, "Luya, how much do you know about combat tests? Or combat among superhumans?"
Even though the child has just passed an important exam, they shouldn't completely relax and let their guard down.
Moderate praise is sufficient; pushing someone too hard will only reveal more of their potential.
Lucia snapped out of her reverie. The praise and positive feedback had boosted her confidence, and she answered earnestly:
"I've heard from the teachers that you need to complete the basic skills test for the corresponding profession. There are about four or five skills, and you need to achieve the required level for all of them to pass."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, as the test six days later was fast approaching.
Mien smiled and said, "Yes, this is the normal combat assessment process. It seems you've already prepared in advance."
The tone shifted abruptly: "However, the combat assessment you will face this year has changed."
Mien's tone made Lucia feel a little flustered.
The two entered the magic elevator on the first floor of the Holy Core and went straight to Hein's private laboratory.
Have you heard of Funira?
"I've heard of her," Lucia sensed something was amiss. "She was the previous candidate for sainthood."
Mien nodded and said:
"Due to the requirements of the Holy See and the current situation of the promotion of saintesses, this year's combat assessment has been changed to a real combat competition between the two of you. The winner will be qualified to be promoted to a formal saintesse."
Lucia was struck dumb, her back pressed tightly against the wall of the Philosopher's Stone elevator:
"A real-world combat test?... "
How could that be? The exam is in six days, and I can barely even kill a chicken these days.
She had heard Shanara say that Fernila had trained for two and a half years simply by studying at the Academy of Scholars.
This does not include the guidance he received at the Holy See.
Six days of intensive training to become a virgin? Survival is considered a success.
Mien observed secretly, quite satisfied with Lucia's reaction.
"Don't be nervous." The elevator stopped on the third floor, and it was quiet inside. Mi En led her out: "Let's go see your teacher first."
Mien spoke softly, with a calming power:
"Just like a theory test, I won't ask you to do things you can't do."
Lucia recovered from her shock.
Mien's words reminded her that this kind of thing had indeed happened many times before.
Many times, Mien's requests surprised her: How could she possibly do such a thing?
But as it turned out, she ultimately achieved all the goals that Mien had set.
Every time, I did things that I didn't believe I could do.
Thinking about this, I had a vague sense of confidence; perhaps I really could win?
However, we still can't see how to do it...
The two arrived in front of a smooth wall. Mien politely raised his hand and knocked, and two knocks quickly came from the other side in response.
Mien flicked his wrist, and the metal door, perfectly aligned with the wall, slowly opened.
Lucia was surprised to find the interior to be a huge, luxurious space.
A young girl dressed in a scholar's robe is engrossed in her work at a huge desk.
"Hein," Mien greeted.
She glanced back with her droopy, sleepy eyes, then poured a vial of potion into the enormous machine, which emitted light and a beeping sound. She then tapped the machine a few times.
He immediately stood up from the chair and walked over.
"Scholar Hein," Lucia greeted him respectfully.
He recognized her as the senior scholar who had sat next to him in the meeting on his first day.
Hein walked past them with his hunched back, giving Luya only a disdainful look before drifting on.
Lucia thought to herself, "He really looks like a ghost."
But for some reason, I couldn't feel any fear.
Lucia smiled at the lack of attention, always thinking that she was a girl who could be easy to get along with.