"Let's now send the test results of the mecha manipulation assessment. The students have done very well, and many of them have received very high grades. If you are able to join the Guardians or work in a major corporation one day, I hope you will use your superb mech manipulation skills to contribute to the Euro-13 Sanctuary. Professor Uno said, laying the stack of transcripts under his armpit flat on the table, and began to read and distribute them one by one.

Young men in rich clothes strode up to the podium and received the report card from Professor Uno that represented their technical level. Professor Uno would smile and nod, say a few words of praise or encouragement, and hand them his transcript as if he were awarding a medal of honor.

The transcripts lay flat on the podium became fewer and thinner, and more and more students got up, except for the one-eyed boy sitting in the front row of the classroom. At this moment, he was holding his head in one hand, his mind full of what had happened in Carnival Paradise the night before.

Corgate didn't expect Professor Uno to send him a transcript, and he knew that his grades wouldn't look good. Although he defeated his opponent, Master Farad, in the test, as a good friend of Master Farad's father, Professor Uno would never give him a good look. After testing that day, Eugene remained unconscious, and Professor Uno anxiously ordered his assistants to forcibly open the front breastdeck of the mech, dragging Eugene out of it.

Eugene lay on the hospital bed in the infirmary, cold sweat falling like rain, soaking his entire clothes. On more than one occasion, Professor Uno questioned Coment, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and asked him what despicable means he had used to cause Master Eugene to turn pale and unconscious. Cordant didn't answer him, and he didn't know how to answer him, so he sat on the edge of the bed until Eugene woke up from the nightmare.

Kormant was cranky, he had seen too many nightmares these days, fragments of these dreams kept flashing back in his mind, appearing frequently, he was a little blank, but also a little haggard. Too much blood, too many tears, the things that people really fear and fear in their hearts are like sharp swords into his already flawed half of his heart.

"Komat!" Suddenly someone called him.

Putting down the hand supporting his head, Cordant slowly got up, and reluctantly looked up at Professor Uno on the podium.

As soon as he raised his head halfway, he was suddenly stunned, and the subtle changes around him completely made him clear, and the classroom that was still lively and noisy suddenly became unusually quiet, and time seemed to freeze.

Komette was shocked to find that it was not only Professor Uno standing on the podium at this moment, but also a woman. It was this woman who had just called her name.

The woman doesn't look very old, she looks like she's in her twenties. She was clad in bright silver and blue armor, each piece of which shimmered like white frost. She had long blonde hair, but it was lighter in color than Coment's hair, and in the thin sunlight it looked like a silver-white waterfall, and the strands were as smooth as water, scattered over the nail plates, and gently swayed in the breeze.

The woman's eyes were blue, like sapphires soaked in the sea, and Corgate had never seen a woman with such deep eyes, and in the depths of her eyes, Corgate seemed to see another world, which was quiet and beautiful, spotless, and without hustle and bustle.

"Komat, come out for a moment." The woman nodded slightly to Koment, who was standing there, and pressed her hand to the hilt of the long sword hanging from her waist. She turned around gorgeously, the metal armor on her body making a crisp sound, refracting the sunlight obliquely from the window to all corners of the classroom.

Koment didn't know why, he looked at the mysterious woman in armor in a daze, and suddenly felt that the other party was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. His eyes darted between her hair, and Cordant followed leisurely.

"Good luck, boy!" As Cogate passed the podium, he suddenly heard Professor Uno beside him bow his head and whisper in his ear. Komette looked back in surprise at the selfish professor who had always hated him, but found that there was no mockery or sarcasm in his eyes, instead, Professor Uno smiled and nodded lightly at Koment, motioning for him to follow the mysterious woman out of the classroom.

As soon as Corgate walked out of the classroom, all the students were boiling, and just a snowy beauty walked into the classroom and took the most mediocre and unworthy student in the class. Everyone began to talk excitedly, some thought that Kormat had been taken away by the Farad chaebol, and some thought that the woman in armor was a member of the school board. Everyone had different points of view and discussed excitedly, until Professor Uno slapped the table and motioned for everyone to be quiet and resume class.

In the corridor, the sunlight is silently sprinkled, the cherry trees outside the window are blooming snow-white flowers, the breeze blows, those oval leaves and clusters of flowers gently shake, chopping the wisps of sunlight into fine points of light in the corridor.

"You are?" Corgate spoke, and there were only the two of them in the hallway, and he stopped, looked at the woman's figure, and asked suspiciously.

The woman turned her back to him and stopped, her armor brightening in the tiny specks of light. She suddenly turned around and knelt down with a thud, her head bowed, her long golden hair falling out. She stretched out her right hand, clenched her fist, and placed it on the heart of her left chest.

"In Lower Christian Atio, the head of the Frost Knights appointed by His Majesty Daria," the woman's voice was unusually crisp, like the sound of a spring of melting snow on a snowy mountain, and she paused and said, "See His Highness Corgate Atio." ”

"Christine Artio?" Komet muttered as he looked at the female knight leader kneeling in front of him.

"Your Majesty once trusted me very much, although I have no royal blood, but Your Majesty has selflessly given me the surname of the royal family, and I, Christine, will always be a knight of the Atio family, Your Highness." Christine said sincerely.

Immediately afterward, Christine drew the silver-white sword from her waist, the body of the sword was slender, inlaid with gold and blue gemstones, and the hilt was a cross engraved with gold lines. Christine held the sword in her backhand and handed the hilt of the cross to Koment.

"Your Highness, I would like to serve you as king, and if I can't become the lord of the court, then please become my majesty Christine Atio!"