"You think simply recruiting believers is enough? Believers must be truly sincere for it to be effective."

As Victor listened to Vega speak, he tapped the table and looked at the morning sunlight falling on the books. Victor quietly chuckled from within the study.

"Isn't sincerity all that matters? Not afraid of not being able to deceive them."

Vega narrowed his eyes and made a low grumbling sound, indicating his dissatisfaction with Victor.

"Perhaps you are more sinister than the previous Victor."

"You flatter me."

Victor didn't say anything more, just continued reading the speech draft.

He always felt that this smelly bird had gradually forgotten about his mission to revive the evil god since being bound to him.

Thinking this, Victor glanced at Vega, who was now dozing off while perched on the desk, looking like an ornament.

In just a few days, Vega had grown plump, weighing heavily on Victor's shoulders when perched there.

But the other party wasn't in a hurry, so he didn't need to worry too much.

Thus, he spent a quiet morning in the study, reviewing the speech draft and Erica's homework.

At noon, Victor had finished grading Erica's homework, and thanks to Hernie's diligent preparation, he had quickly memorized the key points for today's lesson.

As Victor emerged from the study, he saw the teaching assistant Hernie rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Awake? Get ready, we should be leaving soon."

Victor reminded Hernie, who immediately became more alert, eagerly responding, "No problem, Professor, I'm all set."

Victor nodded, and instructed the servants to prepare the carriage to head to the Royal Magic Academy.

He invited Hernie to ride with him, but she was extremely nervous, sitting across from Victor in the carriage and keeping her head down, only occasionally glancing at him.

Hernie felt her heart racing, beating wildly. She couldn't believe she was riding in the same carriage as the renowned Professor Victor.

The journey was quiet, without a single word exchanged, as they waited to arrive at their destination.

When the carriage finally stopped, Victor spoke first, "We're here."

Hearing Victor's voice, Hernie slowly lifted her head, her expression much more relaxed.

"Finally."

She let out a long sigh of relief, not expecting the trip to feel so lengthy.

After exiting the carriage, Hernie walked closely beside Victor. As he headed towards the office, she summoned the courage to tell him, "Professor Victor, the Dean said to see him when you arrive at the academy."

Victor nodded and proceeded directly to the Dean's office, with the timid Hernie following behind.

After passing through the mage tower's teleportation, Victor knocked on the Dean's door.

"Come in."

With the Dean's permission, Victor entered, accompanied by the assistant.

Standing before the Dean, Victor got straight to the point.

"Dean, I heard you wanted to see me."

The Dean was an elderly, portly man, adorned with various mage tools, like a traditional wizard. He was also the most powerful figure at the academy, a Level 4 mage known as the "Holy Mage", a legendary existence.

Seeing Victor, the Dean put down his water glass, capped his pen, and slowly placed it on the book, appearing weary from old age.

Leaning back in his chair, the Dean sighed and said, "Professor Victor, I heard about the incident in your class yesterday."

Victor furrowed his brow, surprised that Erica's challenge had reached the Dean's ears.

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"You handled it well," the Dean smiled at him, then continued, "but wasn't it a bit too strict?"

"Over time, it may cause discontent among the students."

Hearing the Dean say he was too strict, Victor shook his head and responded, "If I don't do it this way, they won't understand the importance of respecting teachers."

Victor's tone was calm, as he didn't see any problem with his handling of the situation. After all, he was Victor, a man who never forgave the slightest offense.

Fortunately, the Dean soon agreed with his perspective, nodding and saying, "Mm...respecting teachers, a good perspective. No wonder you are known as a genius mage."

"Oh yes, the reason I called you here today is this."

The Dean pulled out a parchment from the desk and handed it to Victor.

"This is an invitation letter our academy has sent out for a lecture. Take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be added."

Victor carefully took the letter and began reviewing the content.

"I'm sure you understand now, Professor Victor," the dean said, giving him a warm smile.

"At our institute, lecturers who hold the title of professor are required to give a lecture once a month."

"We plan to publicly announce your lecture series in a month's time, and we will invite various mages as well as industry professionals to attend. We will also have the lecture recorded and distributed via magical recording stones."

Hearing this, Victor understood the dean's meaning.

"So, I hope you can refine the lecture content within this one month. The institute will provide you with a lecture hall that can accommodate several thousand people."

"Professor Victor, do you have any suggestions?"

Listening to the dean's words, Victor realized that it would soon be time for the institute to recruit new students. The institute wanted to attract talented students, and the students would also consider the quality of the faculty.

If a youthful third-rank mage professor suddenly emerged, it would undoubtedly be a powerful way to attract new students. Although Victor had a poor reputation, he had the ability and strength, so no one would care about his reputation. And if he could make this lecture series impressive, the news coverage would naturally die down.

Victor recalled the newspaper article from a few days ago, as well as his promise to Gwen. No one would care about a powerful professor's love life, even if he had truly harassed the duke's daughter. And if he could pull this off, his position as a "professor" would be firmly tied to the Royal Institute.

With this connection, he would clearly be able to do more in the years before the inevitable conclusion. So Victor nodded and agreed, "I'm fine with that. I'll do everything according to the institute's wishes."

Seeing Victor's agreement, the dean smiled and looked at Hernie beside him. "How about this assistant? Are you satisfied with her work?"

Victor glanced at Hernie beside him, then replied, "It is my honor to have such a capable assistant."

With that, Victor turned and left with Hernie following behind him. Hernie's heart was racing with excitement, feeling that her efforts had not been in vain.

In the afternoon class, Victor's lecture was quite normal, without any "industry professionals" present, as no one would expect to find entertainment in Victor's class after the previous day's events. The students diligently took notes, including Erica, who was focused on her work.

After class, Victor returned Erica's graded notes and pointed out some of her errors. "For your current level, it's still too early to easily use teleportation magic, but your direction is not wrong."

Victor taught, and Erica listened attentively, their interaction harmonious, as if they had forgotten Victor's previous misconduct at her birthday party. Neither of them brought up that incident.

After imparting his knowledge to Erica, Victor nodded and said, "That's all for today."

Erica tentatively asked, "If I have any questions in the future, can I come ask you?"

She inwardly detested Victor, but had to admit that his knowledge was truly outstanding, far surpassing even the private tutors her father had hired.

How could Erica know that those were actually told to him by Vega and then conveyed by him?

With this kind of evil god that was comparable to an encyclopedia, teaching a student wouldn't be easy.

Victor thought for a moment and said, "It depends, I still have a lot of work of my own, if I have time, then naturally."

Of course, it was just words.

He, Victor, got off work at the right time and never procrastinated!

As soon as the words left his mouth, Victor's heart moved.

As Victor was about to leave, he sensed the activation of a mage's hand spell. Thinking it might be Leah, he decided to go check it out, telling Erica to lock the door when she left.

Outside the city, Leah stood before a group of charred bodies, her expression slightly strained. The few mages beside her were trembling, realizing the immense power of the second-rank magic she had just displayed. They wondered why she, with such powerful magic, would still need their help as mere first-rank mages.

Leah scratched her head and looked at the carriage behind her.

She had hung Klevena's family crest, but why was she still attacked?

Oh well.

She had already notified Miss Gwen, and it wouldn't be long before she arrived.

The group just waited at the same spot for the knight's arrival.

Ten minutes later, a group of knights on white horses, clad in cold iron armor, arrived.

Leading them was naturally Gwen, who immediately found Leah.

"Leah! Leah!"

Seeing Leah sitting alone on a nearby rock, lost in thought, Gwen got off her horse and ran over.

Leah gave her a small smile in return.

"Leah, are you alright?"

Gwen grabbed Leah's hands, a look of concern in her eyes.

"Me? Of course I'm fine.

But those brigands who attacked our caravan weren't doing so well."

She shrugged, gesturing for Gwen to look in the other direction.

Gwen blinked - in her haste to check on Leah's safety, she hadn't noticed the pile of charred bodies.

Now that she saw it, she frowned slightly.

As an experienced knight, she was used to seeing bodies, but even so, this gruesome sight made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

But... was this the work of the mages Leah had brought?

Thinking it over, she found it hard to believe.

The mages' feeble magic would not be enough to incinerate an entire group of people.

So who could it have been?

A ridiculous idea flashed across her mind, and she couldn't help but tease Leah.

"Were these brigands killed by you? Don't worry, Leah, I'm just joking."

Leah replied, "What if I said they were? Would you believe me?"

Gwen was taken aback. "...?"