Lith led them to the Hydra’s lair and then used the magical doorbell to announce their presence.
"Wow, to what do I owe such a crowd in my humble abode?" Faluel had such a radiant smile that it left the Ernas sisters speechless.
Faluel now looked like a young woman in her mid-twenties, about 1.7 meters (5’7") tall. Her face had an oval shape, with rainbow-colored eyes and long hair that framed her fine features.
Unlike a normal woman, her hair wasn’t of a regular color with streaks related to the element she was more attuned with, but bore the six colors of the elements plus the emerald green of mana.
She was wearing a light green shirt that left her arms exposed and tight pants that Lith could swear were jeans.
Her legs were shorter than Phloria’s, she was less curvy than Friya, and her face didn’t look as chiseled as Tista’s. Yet she could be easily called a perfectly imperfect beauty.
The grace with which her slender body moved along with the warmth of her voice emphasized Faluel as a whole, making the final result much more stunning than the sum of the single parts.
Even those who like the Ernas sisters had met Tyris multiple times at the Royal Court were stunned by Faluel’s appearance. Compared to the Hydra, Constable Griffon had the countenance of a farmer whereas the Ernas felt like monkeys trying to imitate human behavior.
"Is there something wrong with my attire?" Faluel asked Lith, who seemed to be the only one not staring at her with a dumb expression and an agape mouth.
"You look amazing like always, Professor Faluel." Lith gave her a small bow.
"Indeed." Solus said. "I apologize for keeping my ring form, but taking humanoid appearance drains my energy, so I’ll do it only if strictly necessary."
"Thanks for letting me know, Solus. I’ll keep it in mind while planning your lessons." Faluel said.
"How could you not mention us that Faluel, I mean, Professor Faluel is so lovely?" Friya was the first to recover, yet her own words made her feel like she had gone down another step on the evolutionary ladder.
"More importantly, how can Kamila not die with envy and jealousy knowing you spend so much time with her?"
Faluel giggled at those heartfelt compliments but said nothing, waiting for Lith’s reply.
"Whenever I introduce, you, my sister, or anyone else for that matter, I find beyond rude pointing out their attractiveness. It would make me appear as a pervert and even a creep in Tista’s case.
"As for Kamila, she trusts me, that’s how." Lith said.
"Well said. Now, unless someone wants to ask me out, I’d like to know who these three young ladies are." Faluel said.
"Professor Faluel, they are respectively, Phloria, Friya, and Quylla Ernas. You should remember Quylla from your meeting during Rena’s pregnancy." Lith said.
"I certainly do." Faluel nodded while recognizing Quylla.
"Quylla and Friya have a favor to ask you." Lith said.
"Then please be quick. You’re a bit early, but I plan on starting my lesson as soon as all my students are here." Faluel said.
"Professor Faluel..." Quylla gave her a curtsy, but the Hydra stopped her.
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