"Kid, let me introduce you—this girl is a direct disciple of one of the Seven Great Sages, the Great Sage Morecle," Orrun said with a broad smile. "Her name is Sylvia. Oh, and by the way, she's an elf."
He then pointed at Nolan. "And Sylvia, that annoying guy over there is Nolan Lorian. He…"
Orrun paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words, then continued casually. "He's my friend. Oh, right! The 'Lorian' in his name isn't a surname from the imperial family of the Great Velmora Empire. This kid told me he's a member of the imperial family, but I know he's lying."
A small chuckle escaped his lips.
Nolan rolled his eyes at the nonsense. He did come from an imperial family—but not in this era. Rather, in the future.
However, he was too lazy to explain further and simply chose to ignore it.
Nolan closed the book in his hand, placed it on the desk, and walked toward Sylvia.
Sylvia was startled and unconsciously took a step back.
