Chapter 291 Main Heroines [5]
"What defines strength?"
The question hung in the air, carried by a soft, melodic voice thatmanded attention.
I sat in silence, my gaze fixed on the woman at the front of the lecture hall.
Yennefer Von Castia—our professor and a figure as intimidating as she was captivating.
She moved gracefully, pacing around the ss with an air of authority.
Her long white hair, touched with a faint pink undertone, was tied neatly into a high bun, though a few loose strands framed her striking face.
She wore an elegant dress beneath ab coat, an unusual yet captivatingbination that somehow suited her perfectly.
Her sharp ember-like eyes swept over the sea of students as though she could see through every facade and mask.
Her presence alone was enough to keep the room silent, each of us waiting for her next words.
A stinging pain rushed through my finger, but I chose to ignore it.
''She is ignoring me.''
I thought, looking at her.
Contrary to my expectations, she didn''t spare me a single nce.
She is taking her ss normally like I never tried to ask her out.
"Pasethia," she called, gesturing toward the elven princess seated near the front.
"How much mana they have?" she replied, unsure about the answer.
"A reasonable answer." Yennefer''s expression remained stoic as her eyes scanned the room. "Anyone else?"
"Race," another elven boy said, his tone smug.
"Not quite," Yennefer replied, her voice stern.
"There are countless examples of individuals you might consider ''inferior'' surpassing those who are supposedly ''superior.'' Strength is not determined by bloodlines or reservoirs of mana alone."
Even today, her voice was melodious, her tone sharp.
The elven boy shrank back at her words.
Elijah, sitting beside me, answered, "It''s how they utilize their abilities, isn''t it?"
Yennefer turned toward us, her gaze stopping on me for a second before she looked at Elijah.
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