A few minutes later, while strolling aimlessly, Lloyd felt an intense fluctuation of Spiritual Charm in the air. If he wasn't mistaken, it must be the two professors settling their academic dispute.
Sigh... 'This Mizkatoke place is great and all, but the academic culture is a bit... excessively rustic...'
'The Dean doesn't even care?'
Lloyd couldn't help but complain inwardly.
'I wonder which of the two professors will win?'
'Theoretically, the combat power of [Twist] should be quite strong. Professor Lawrence probably won't come out on top, will he?'
Sigh... 'He's actually a pretty nice guy.'
As Lloyd was pondering the professors' academic dispute, he suddenly felt the shrunken freshman handbook—or rather, student handbook—in his pocket vibrate slightly, just like a phone receiving a text message.
He quickly took it out and glanced at it.
Sure enough, there was a message from Professor Hazled:
"Didn't lose!"
'Eh?'
