Female warlocks are a group not constrained by traditional female images, and their unkempt hairstyles are an expression of this.
So even in such an important occasion, Margaret freely expressed her emotions.
Lann pursed his lips, feeling that it was indeed a bit too stimulating.
The merchants below the stage saw the dean of Airetusa escorting a silver-haired strong man onto the stage, initially whispering with a hint of confusion.
But soon after, there was silence.
People looked around, exchanging glances with skepticism, and finally, it seemed they confirmed something.
Their expressions shifted from disbelief to cheerful acceptance and joy.
A spontaneous applause began to spread from the front rows of the crowd, though the people behind were still unsure, but started clapping amidst the noise and discussion, going with the flow.
"I didn't know I was so popular... Is this the academy's arrangement?"
Lann's calm steps remained unperturbed.
