"Professor... from the Magic Academy?" Lathel muttered, panting as if utterly exhausted, his eyes heavy with fatigue, barely able to stay open.
"That's right," Lyra replied, her gaze focusing on the spear in Lathel's hand before turning back to him. "Don't worry, I won't harm you."
Lathel was still gasping for breath, his hand trembling as if he were using all his strength just to hold the spear. He spoke weakly, "How... can I... trust you?"
Lyra took out a white badge, which immediately shone with a brilliant light.
"I'm sure you recognize the badge of the Magic Academy, don't you?" Lyra said.
At last, Lathel nodded, reassured, and slowly lowered his spear, struggling to speak, "Please... save them..."
Lyra glanced at Selvia and Mira's condition, her eyes widening in shock.
Her face, usually calm and emotionless, now betrayed genuine disbelief, as if she'd just witnessed something truly unimaginable.
