Ans Aire.
There was no sound in the lobby.
The demonic energy froze in the air, and the students forgot to escape, staring blankly at the seats in the middle of the high hall.
Everyone's impression of this name is limited to the pictures and meaning in the textbook.
The history textbook is boring, and there is only one section on Ansair. Not only are there pictures of elves and beautiful boys to look at, but even the meanings are recited with joy or admiration.
The first magical genius.
The snow elves that no longer exist.
The young man in the high hall slightly opened his eyes. His beautiful and delicate face completely overlapped with the cold picture in the textbook. His long hair of ice silver poured down, a pair of eyes of ice silver, and his skin was as fair as ice and snow.
It wasn't until a shrill cry came from mid-air that the students finally came back to their senses, and an uproar erupted in the auditorium, everyone was confused and unconcealably excited.
Ans Aire.
—That's Ansair!
The demonic energy screaming in the air quickly retreated, and the appearance of Ansair, who even just sat there without doing anything, made them crumble immediately.
That was the elf that sealed countless black mages a hundred years ago. Now that they all add up, it is impossible to compare with Ansair's spell.
The door of the auditorium was quickly opened, and the demonic energy was rampant, and it collapsed and escaped. The boy in the high hall did not move at all, his eyes of ice and silver remained calm, and he sat on a high place with downcast eyes, like a sculpture of ice and snow.
The girls stared at him obsessively, and the boys showed expressions of fanatical admiration.
Ansair's name, for them, is simply a kind of belief.
No one cares about the whereabouts of those demonic energy anymore.
The students almost instinctively believed that with Ansair around, it would be impossible for those demonic energy to escape.
The demonic energy that rushed out of the auditorium seemed to have hit some kind of formation barrier, and quickly disappeared into the air.
The headmaster couldn't help showing a smile.
Although I knew that this crisis was not a crisis at all, it still made me feel better to be resolved so easily.
It wasn't until all the devilish energy crashed into the devil's prison that Ansair raised his eyes slightly, his light eyelashes raised, and his gaze stopped among the students.
The elf boy stood up.
The students backed away subconsciously.
They are still in a state of shock and trance. The well-known heroes in the textbooks suddenly appear before them. This has a huge impact on everyone.
According to legend, the elf boy who has fallen for a hundred years has a beautiful appearance like a picture scroll. Standing on the high platform, it is like standing there like a picture in a textbook.
At this moment, he stood up, as if breaking the stillness of the painting.
The students all looked dull.
They even wonder if they are dreaming.
But just now, just sitting still can scare the black magician into running around—
Only Ansair can do it.
This is not a dream.
The eyes of the students were excited and fanatical.
The elf's eyes fell on the crowd, and when the principal came over, he just turned his eyes lightly and nodded.
Ansair walked down the steps slowly.
The young man who had eliminated all the demonic energy just by showing his face showed a faint smile.
The youth's ice-like face, when he smiles, has an even more heaven-defying beauty.
He stretched out his hand and gently held a girl walking out of the crowd.
So, after a few seconds of silence.
The crowd exploded.