Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 554 - 185. Magic Tower Library_4

Chapter 554: 185. Magic Tower Library_4

"You haven’t experienced that era..."

Nastisha said with complexity,

"120 years ago, ’The Tailor,’ one of the Senators of the ’Secret Society,’ made a comeback with her brand-new vessel, stepping onto the lands of the Baizhu Star. Her strength was unimaginably terrifying, a Mysterious power beyond magical explanation. She linked the fates of the people, and city dwellers became like marionettes, reduced to her playthings... If it weren’t for Miss Vellia’s intervention, Baizhu Star would have been doomed long ago."

"But that was 120 years ago, right?" Karl said indifferently, "Time has passed long enough. A mortal’s lifespan is only about 120 to 180 years. People don’t want to be bound and controlled anymore. In five years, they will treat the days of cold and hunger as nothing but a dream, and with a ’whoosh,’ forget all about it."

Pat.

The tip of the pen paused, and Nastisha coldly raised her eyes to look at Karl:

"What? Are you trying to say that ’Society’ doesn’t actually exist, that it’s just a lie spun by the government, and the real enemy is the Crystal Tower Civilization?"

"Is that so?" Karl shrugged his shoulders, "I never said that. You can’t blame me for what you think."

"I am all too familiar with that kind of argument," Nastisha said, "People who think they are ’Awakeners,’ sympathizers with suffering, those who carry the world’s dark side around to broadcast it, viewing themselves as whistleblowers, thinking their actions are significant, struggling against the entire world—people like you end up being the leading party for ’Society.’

Karl mocked her scathingly, "Oh, my goodness, Miss Nastisha, patriotism is a business, and you’ve really bought into it. Don’t blame others for the harsh truth breaking your defense."

"I don’t feel stung, Mr. Karl."

Nastisha said calmly,

"Only someone whose head is filled with thoughts of money and profit, a Redd Gold Believer, would think to question simple human emotions and love while ignoring the objective facts. Mr. Karl, it seems I’ll have to report your thoughts for having idealistic tendencies."

"Ho-ho-ho, now you’re trying to brand me as a traitor and get 500,000 Dina for turning me in? Or to slander me as a Night Butterfly Man’s spy? Heh, only a small crystal larva like you could think that. A Crystal Larva is a Crystal Larva, watch out for the iron fist of the supreme council, the first to crash down will be you," Karl retorted.

"Enough! You two idiots!"

Principal Slavinikov Durgen couldn’t help but interrupt the squabble in the group chat,

"The Minister summoned us to space to impart experience and remind us of the lessons, not for you two to quarrel."

He glared at Nastisha, "If you truly love your country, then train the students well when you get back. I’ll fund the purchase of a battleship for you to go fight on the frontlines."

He then cast a cold glance at Karl, "And you, don’t be too cocky. Men are always sent to the battleground first. No one can escape that."

Nastisha spoke up,

"Principal Durgen, you too have experienced that battle, the ruthless atrocities of the ’Secret Society’—it’s all too vivid in memory—"

"120 years ago, on Baizhu Star’s Fenris front, in one hour, I lost 30,000 brothers. I don’t need you to remind me," Durgen said coldly.

"I won’t neglect guarding against the ’Secret Society,’ but Karl is right, times have changed. Trevela is now peaceful and tranquil, with Minister Balkmon around, few dare to cross him and invade us directly."

"...I hope so."

Nastisha nodded her head and kept quiet. Karl, looking like a victorious cock, strutted with chin up and arms folded.

"Ah... How can this be?"

Principal Durgen shook his head slightly, continuing to listen with Focus.

These two are confused; could the people above really think so superficially? Every command of the supreme council is carefully considered, and it’s only done to avoid worse problems and misunderstandings.

These two idoits are still fixated on what’s right or wrong... But truth be told, there’s no such thing as absolute right or wrong in the world.

"But luckily, the academies they’re responsible for fit their personalities perfectly."

Karl, with his quick wit and eloquence, is well suited to bring critical thinking to those studying interstellar civilization relationships.

Nastisha, practical and brave, daring to take action with thoughts of home and country, is the best fit for training pragmatic students at the Magic Application Academy.

"This centralized training session has been going on too long. I really don’t know what will become of the school."

After all, that item is secretly hidden within the school.

Even with secrecy, the news of the Fragment of the Eye of Discernment being here was bound to spread around to some extent. If someone infiltrated the school during this period...

"No, that can’t be."

Durgen glanced at the Information Rune.

Up to now, Trevela hasn’t had any abnormal alerts.

Everything on the ground is normal, and he was starting to agree with Karl’s opinion: times indeed have changed, and dangers at the level of ’Society’ won’t appear again.