Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

After spending some time at the Ministry of Magic, Franky returned to the academy to tackle the student discipline issues.

The establishment of the Disciplinary Committee had immediate effects. The academy's mentors had long ceased worrying about students sneaking into their offices.

However, the surprise didn't last long. When everyone saw Lindong walking alongside Franky, they felt as if the sky had fallen!

There wasn't even a need to investigate the cause of the commotion; it was obvious that Lindong must have blown something up.

How did this troublemaker come back? Wasn't it said that she had gone to the Abyss and would stay there for at least a few months?

The mentors' morale was low.

Ethan noticed the change in the mentors' expressions. In just a few minutes, they seemed to have experienced the extremes of life's joys and sorrows, all pointing to Lindong, who was next to him with her head lowered, looking like a guilty thief.

"What did you do, teacher?"

He knew Lindong often sneaked into the restricted book area during her academy days and found joy in opposing the mentors, but that was years ago. After her graduation, she returned as a teacher for a while, so any misunderstandings should have been resolved. Why was everyone now acting like she was a menace?

This was no different than the descent of the Evil God.

"Hehe..."

This was clearly not a topic that could be explained quickly, so Lindong decided to reply with a silly laugh.

She hooked her arm through Ethan's, hiding behind him, using Ethan as a shield against the mentors' despairing gazes.

After many years, Lindong returned to the campus once more. Traditionally, she should have led the Mole Club members to "pull off something big," but now she felt a subtle change in her mood. For the first time, she seriously considered how to repair her image in the mentors' minds.

Returning to the alma mater with her lover naturally made her want to leave a good impression. When Ethan talked to the mentors about her past deeds, she hoped to hear their praises.

So, what were her strengths?

Good academic performance, won many medals in Academy Cup competitions... hmm, also quite pretty, that's about it.

And her weaknesses?

...

Tsk, Lindong inhaled sharply.

She was certain that any mentor could pull Ethan aside and recount her past misdeeds at the academy all night long without repeating.

She was surely going to marry Ethan and live with him in the future, and she didn't want to leave him with the impression that she might blow up their home at any moment.

Lindong wasn't prepared for her return to campus yet. If she had known beforehand, she would have gone to Rowena to have her make a batch of brainwashing magic scrolls, so that when someone talked about her, they'd automatically fall into a state of exaggerated praise.

Ah, if only Rowena were at the academy.

"Mr. Franky, what's happening outside?"

Among the group, only the principal remained composed, his gaze lingering on Lindong for a moment before turning to Franky, inquiring seriously.

The principal was always a calm person.

Even if suddenly blasted by restricted magic in the library, he could calmly cast a feather fall spell before landing and dust off his clothes upon touching the ground.

"This..."

Franky hesitated, knowing the principal would ask, but struggled to organize his words immediately.

Moreover, he couldn't mention the Time Travelers in front of so many people. He surveyed the crowd; the crisis was not yet averted. Among these people, there was possibly one or more Time Traveler accomplices. The infiltrator had once erased his memory, covering up the truth of him encountering Time Travelers in the abandoned magic network.

"Principal, we must have a serious conversation."

This conversation involved only four individuals, and the location was the principal's office.

However, upon hearing those three forbidden names, even the principal couldn't remain calm. He almost blurted out, "Time Travelers, are you sure, Mr. Franky?"

As he spoke, the principal walked towards the bookshelf in the office, selecting one from the corner.

To people of this era, Time Travelers were too distant, like the mythological creatures from history and legend stepping into reality.

This mysterious group capable of manipulating time met the criteria of mythological creatures. Although they often presented themselves in human guise, the destruction they caused was far more severe than any mythological creature.

This was because they were smarter and more understanding of human nature, allowing them to quietly depart after destroying the Gallog Dynasty.

In fact, humanity had never truly understood this group, nor knew how many members they had.

"I'm quite certain, their appearance and time-controlling abilities are identical to the Time Travelers."

"Where are they now?"

The principal asked casually, as he flipped through the dusty old book, imagining Franky's ordeal.

Surviving an encounter with these mythological beings was in itself legendary. Perhaps coincidentally encountering the returning Ethan and Lindong spared Franky.

"Uh..."

Franky glanced at Ethan pleadingly, feeling that Ethan should handle the explanation. Franky thought Ethan's method of covering up the crime scene was extremely professional, akin to a real gang member. If placed in a border gang, Ethan would undoubtedly be the "cleaner" most trusted by the gang leader.