At this moment, on the other side, at the very top floor of the towering and magnificent Prophet Tower located at the center of the Rose Saint Hall, was undoubtedly the place with the best view in the entire academy. From here, one could overlook the whole Rose Saint Hall, and anyone here would feel a thrill of having everything under control.

At this time, the high-level academy meeting had just ended, and the dean of the Rune Academy, Hawkland, had stayed behind—he wanted to have a good talk with the principal.

“Principal, I absolutely disagree. Why should he be transferred to the Rune Branch? Absolutely not! Runes are the very foundation of our Rose Saint Hall. I don’t care about the other branches, but we don’t accept trash!”

Dean Hawkland of the Rune Branch spoke resolutely, his beard almost flying. Sitting across from him was a woman whose elegance carried a hint of coldness. In her thirties, with short purple hair, she looked extremely capable, and the determination in her brows showed she was a person of strong will. A faint smile gradually appeared on her stunningly beautiful face, a beauty that made people feel a sense of distance.

In an instant, the stiff atmosphere melted away.

A beautiful woman can always make people talk things over more calmly.

This was the currently much-debated Carrie Dean, the youngest principal in the history of the Saint Hall. Of course, the controversy around her had started when she was just five years old.

It should be mentioned here that, nominally, the Saint Hall itself was private property, and also the family business of Carrie Dean.

At this moment, the cold Carrie Dean from the dungeon was nowhere to be seen. Sitting in her chair with a smile, she listened very patiently to Dean Hawkland’s complaints. Only after Hawkland finished did she place the tea in front of him.

“What principal or not, Grandpa Hawkland, please calm down first. This is Ziluoyun I stole from my grandfather. Try it and see if the taste is right,” said Carrie Dean.

Hawkland, though trying to stay focused, was still distracted by the Ziluoyun. He took a deep sniff under his nose and couldn’t help but shake his head. “This really is good stuff.”

Suddenly, his eyes cleared and he quickly put it down. “Ahem, Principal Carrie Dean, we’re talking business now, let’s not get too familiar. If there’s something to discuss, let’s discuss it. I’ve always supported your reforms, but runes are the face of Rose Saint Hall. The Judgement across the way is just waiting to laugh at us. Someone like Frank Walker is absolutely not acceptable. How can a bugborn who can’t even make a potion learn runes? That’s a complete insult to runes!”

Carrie Dean was in no hurry, still maintaining her smile and patience. “Grandpa Hawkland, you watched me grow up, how could I not know? But think about it, I just started expanding and then this happened. If we expel him directly, it’ll be an even bigger joke. Our grand plan for revitalization would stumble at the very first step. And just as you said, a bugborn learning runes is absolutely impossible. Just let him be there.”

In fact, when Frank Walker pointed out the key issue, Carrie Dean already understood. Catching a spy was a small matter; both sides had been playing tricks on each other all along. But in this sensitive incident, no other Saint Hall had a problem—only her Rose Saint Hall did. It was easy to imagine what awaited them.

Hawkland was slightly taken aback, then suddenly laughed. “You little rascal, you’ve been clever since you were a child. I get it now.”

“I have no choice either. The problems of funding and quality brought by increased personnel must be solved, and there will always be a few bad apples. But I’m convinced the old selection system overlooks some talent. Didn’t the First Master say that everyone has a reason to exist? My approach also fits the spirit of the Saint Hall,” Carrie Dean said with a smile.

Hawkland relaxed, happily sipping the top-grade Ziluoyun offered by his old rival’s granddaughter. It really was delicious.

“I’m not just playing the senior here. Expansion is fine, but why recruit beastfolk? They’re all barbarians and lower the standard of our Rose Saint Hall,” said Hawkland.

Beastfolk had brute strength but were only fit to be cannon fodder. How could their brains accommodate refined civilization? Lowering the threshold had already brought down the standard of Rose Saint Hall, and now bringing in beastfolk… Hawkland truly didn’t understand.

“Grandpa Hawkland, beastfolk aren’t as stupid as you think. In recent years, I’ve traveled the Nine Gods Empire, and the situation of the beastfolk is very bad. I want to change something through this approach.”

Hawkland couldn’t help but laugh. Young people were always so full of unrealistic ideas. “That’s too far-fetched. The nature of beastfolk is to enslave and be enslaved, and their strict hierarchy is ingrained to the bone. Nothing can change that.”

“A single spark can start a prairie fire,” Carrie Dean said calmly. Some things could only be understood by seeing them firsthand.

“Haha, you’re the principal, so it’s your call. But the addition of the Eight Divisions this time really let us vent our anger. You don’t know how much I was mocked by the old guys from Judgement the other day!” Hawkland said smugly. Old versus young, the Eight Divisions had always been closed off and indeed had the capital to be proud. This was the first time elite youths from the Eight Divisions had come to study at the Saint Hall. In fact, their level was even higher, and it was definitely for Carrie Dean’s sake. It was said that now the king of the Mandala Empire was interested in Carrie Dean...

Carrie Dean smiled faintly. “I hope they won’t let me down.”

Only someone like Carrie Dean could be so bold, but she truly had the ability.

“Dear niece, the research on universal runes has reached a critical stage. This year, we’ll need another thirty percent increase in funding!” said Hawkland, holding up three fingers as he sipped his tea.