Chapter 57: The First Blood of Lanci's Art _1

Every single light in the theater seemed to be endowed with life. At the moment the music ended, they cast their glow across the entire theater. The pale golden light streamed over the black marble, whispering like a rushing brook in the night.

The back rows of the auditorium.

"I initially thought this classroom assessment was about art, but what it's actually assessing is the destruction of art. It turns out that destroying art is itself a form of art..."

Lanci exhaled, there was a sense of relief in his voice, and a hint of lightness as if some kind of restraint had been lifted from him.

He was now smiling confidently, as if he couldn't wait to show off his skills on stage to his classmates.

"..."

Hyperion turned her head to observe Lanci's state, feeling a lump in her throat.

He seemed to benefit greatly from this Demon Academy.

Some people might be here to challenge the Shadow World.

But Lanci was here to learn.