Pris Aristocrat Academy.
True to its name, the academy situated in the bustling district is clean and new.
The rented carriage stops in front, explaining its purpose to the Gatekeeper beyond the iron bars, Lu Li follows inside the academy.
Knock knock knock—
The Gatekeeper raps on the principal's office, and after a deep inquiry from behind the door, says, "A gentleman claiming to be an Exorcist wishes to see you."
"Come in."
The Gatekeeper opens the door and steps aside.
A man with graying temples dressed in a pressed, straight suit sits behind the desk, the feather pen paused in his hand as the guest arrives.
His scrutinizing gaze lingers on Lu Li's eyes and the intricately carved handle of the Spirit-Calling Gun at Lu Li's waist.
"Mr. Exorcist, is there something the matter?"
"Not at the moment." The mysterious Lu Li speaks like a Prophet: "Find a student named Mishelia. Observe her, keep an eye on her, and when any malice appears around her, help her."
