Returning to his alma mater with his wife and visiting mentors was basic etiquette in Ethan's eyes, but he couldn't understand why, after a pleasant conversation, the topic suddenly veered into uncharted territories.

When he proposed the idea of rebuilding the magic network, Mr. Wabul, the director of education, had eyes that practically lit up like light bulbs, reminiscent of certain nocturnal creatures from magical bestiaries. Using the topic of rebuilding the magic network as a starting point, Mr. Wabul went on to discuss many internal matters of the academy.

For instance, most professors reported that after losing the Empire's market for magic scrolls, the academy's finances had shrunk considerably, though with the academy's extensive roots spreading over thousands of years and supported by the families of Elemental Shapers, this remains a significant future reform direction; additionally, the reform of the academy's teaching system is imminent, with patriarchs of pure-blood families suggesting in last quarter's meeting that the academy should keep pace with the times and introduce new education and assessment systems…

Such things.

These lengthy discussions seemed like the kind of content only found in academy conclaves.

"Besides, you need a particular opportunity to establish a significant presence in the professors' eyes."

Wabul pondered that this crisis was a fortuitous opportunity, and given Ethan's relationship with the Empire, everything was falling into place.

It was as if fate had guided Ethan here.

"Before that, you might need some preparations."

Wabul suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "I happen to know some things related to the magic network. You should know Dean McCarthy Delin, right?"

"Of course."

Not only did he know him, they had even gone fishing together.

It was said that in his time, Dean McCarthy Delin was an exceptional angler. They had once engaged in an evenly matched fishing contest by the shore. Although McCarthy Delin ultimately lost to Ethan by a slight margin, Ethan was left with a deep impression of him.

Approximately to the extent of "I suppose I won't forget you in my lifetime."

"That's good. Near the end of the First Epoch, the Dean once destroyed the magic network and ordered all related books to be destroyed, leaving only some macro overviews, but some crucial information was preserved."

As he spoke, Wabul glanced at Lindong.

This was a secret unknown even to Lindong, a treasure belonging to the academy that was once jointly guarded by the Bright Society.

Everyone understood the terrifying consequences if the "Black Demon King" discovered this matter. But now... Lindong seemed to have completely mended her ways. She leaned against Ethan's shoulder, as docile as a kitten, her soul apparently purified and transformed into a "White Mage."

Wabul could hardly contain his excitement.

He could barely imagine how the academy's days would improve with Ethan as dean and the white mage version of Lindong as his right hand.

— To make magic great again!

"Go take a look at Dean McCarthy Delin's residence. You might find something interesting there."

So that's how it was.

Upon hearing this, Lindong suddenly realized. Indeed, she had never ventured there because it mostly housed many aged relics, resembling a museum. The caretaker was an elderly rotund lady whose magical talent was mediocre, seeming more like the academy's hire of a cleaning lady in others' eyes.

For Lindong, there was nothing forbiddenly exciting about it—a cleaning lady hardly seemed capable of guarding something remarkable.

In contrast, the restriction zone in the library had its detection magic updated more frequently than monthly exams, to the extent that the professors wished to employ their entire life's knowledge for "anti-Lindong magic."

She sincerely praised it, "No wonder Professor Wabul; I hadn't noticed at all."

"This was the result of everyone's discussion."

Someone proposed the theory that "the most dangerous place is the safest place."

Though the professors were reluctant to admit it, the truth was that two years after Lindong arrived at the academy, her accomplishments in the field of magic surpassed all of them, dabbling in alchemy, theurgy, and elemental cartography. Even with magic she had never encountered, Lindong could quickly find a way to break it within a short time.

This child seemed to grasp the essence of magic.

Many professors made such assessments of Lindong. In terms of talent alone, they scoured through the academy's history books and found no one comparable to Lindong.

Not even Dean McCarthy Delin.

This founder of the academy was only a newly entered fourth-tier "newcomer" at Lindong's age, a result achieved despite being born into a pure-blood family and introduced to elemental magic since childhood.

This caused the professors grief as they could easily imagine how bright a future awaited if this child could channel her intelligence and wit towards the right path.

Thus, the imagination of the perfect student "Obedient Lindong" was born.

And now, Wabul saw everything they desired in Ethan; the only flaw might be that Ethan wasn't one of their students.

"In any case, go take a stroll there, now is the best time."

Wabul looked deeply at the two of them.

The academy had an all-day class suspension, and the prohibition issued by the dean had not yet been lifted, so the two were unlikely to face many disturbances.

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