"Good afternoon, Assistant Professor Rucian," the staff greeted. "They're students who received direct offerings from Professor Langga."
"An offering? But wasn't he still in that backwater village?" The man looked dismissively.
"It wasn't a village, sir. It was a small town—"
"Same thing. Backward and small all the same," Rucian cut her off. Both Madha and Gara instinctively furrowed their brows at the words of the so-called assistant professor.
"They're students who received offerings last year," the staff explained politely.
"Last year?" Rucian barked, his voice rising without warning.
Gara flinched at the sudden outburst, though the staff remained calm, clearly used to this kind of behavior. She gave a small, steady nod.
"The ones with Unlimited Water Talent and a Giant's bloodline?"
The staff nodded again.
"Don't be ridiculous! Last year's offerings don't apply this year!" Rucian's neck suddenly bulged outward, forming a hood-like shape.
