Hen Portia Entrance !

Anger has a complex range of expressions in the world of emotions. A small change in wording or a tiny change in body language can have a significant impact, changing the story's course and its effect in whole new ways. Consider the situation with the Elder Senior Sister.

Her posture remained straight and unyielding, and her perfectly arched eyebrows formed a harsh point over her eyes. Her deadly desire seemed to pierce the heavens themselves, accompanied by loud banging on the table, an intense and homicidal look, and a spine-chilling tone. Even the most innocent and guiltless young male student would quail in fright in the face of such a terrifying spectacle, possibly resulting in an embarrassing mishap.

Sam found himself in a state of perplexity, uncertain if he had entered the lecture hall correctly. He ventured a timid inquiry, "Is there any issue with my presence here?"

The Elder Senior Sister's rage grew even more intense after hearing Sam's hesitant statements. How did this annoying newbie think he could break into the Zither Department without being discovered? She firmly believed he must be unaware of the unspoken rule prohibiting all men from entering.

Soon, a sweet and soothing voice came out, "Sister, what's happening?" interrupting her thinking.

Sam's gaze was drawn to the source of the voice, and he was instantly taken aback.

Before him stood a young woman clad in a simple white dress, her hair cascading like ebony silk. She exuded an air of ethereal beauty and grace, none other than Warlord Henry's granddaughter, the renowned Hen Portia.

Sam had caught sight of her from afar at a previous trade fair. She surpassed even the most distinguished talents in every conceivable aspect – from her prestigious lineage to her sixth-grade talent, peerless beauty, inscription skills, and strength.

Sam had believed in his destined path to greatness, thanks to a stroke of heavenly luck, but Hen Portia stood as an unattainable pinnacle. Even the spoiled scion Max would be dwarfed in her presence, like a frog confined to a well.

Sam was stunned. He hadn't expected to encounter Hen Portia here, and his astonishment was evident to all, especially the Elder Senior Sister.

Humph! His true nature as a lecher had finally emerged!

"The toad thinks he can woo the swan!" The Elder Senior Sister scoffed inwardly, fueled by her disdain. The truth was the women in the room shared a complex mixture of emotions.

While the Elder Senior Sister found Sam repugnant, his lack of response upon seeing Hen Portia unsettled her. After all, in her eyes, all men were perverts.

Addressing Hen Portia, Elder Senior Sister explained, "This deviant boy managed to sneak in and harass us women. I'm interrogating him. Do you have a Pass Card?"

The subsequent dialogue was directed at Sam, who could only scratch his head in confusion. When had he come here to harass anyone? Why was he being unjustly accused?

He protested, "I only came here to reference some books. Please do not accuse me falsely without any evidence or proof. Making baseless assumptions and insulting our intelligence is unjust."

"Reference books, you say? You were only looking at the 'Starlight Zither List.' Are you implying you intend to craft a zither?" Sam fell silent, unable to conjure a response. How could he, who knew next to nothing about zithers and music, answer such questions?

"Humph! In order to take advantage, shameless, lecherous guys frequently claim to be interested in music," the Elder Senior Sister sneered.

"Your behavior is simply reprehensible. So, I guess you're interested in zithers? I'll ask you a question then, okay? What are the notes on a zither, and how many are there? Which substances are appropriate for treble notes and which for bass sounds? I might believe your claim that you are interested in music and zither study if you can respond in a way that I find satisfactory."

Sam was shocked. He knew little about the zither or music, much less the details of the notes and materials used in zithers.

"Humph! You dare to lie in public! You merely wanted to glimpse at that book to feign nonchalance. Your true intent was to spy on us girls! I've encountered your kind too many times. Hand over your Pass Card, scoundrel!"

The Elder Senior Sister demanded, extending her hand toward Sam.

Sam was at a loss. His Pass Card was borrowed, and despite the Seven Profound Martial House's lax policies, he was obligated to abide by the rules while using it.

However, Hen Portia intervened, stating, "Elder Senior Sister , consider this matter resolved. It's his first offense; there's no need to be too harsh on the boy."

Even though Hen Portia suspected Sam was lying, the situation had escalated beyond reason in her eyes. She couldn't understand why someone would persist in a deception after being falsely accused.

The Elder Senior Sister, though, couldn't ignore Hen Portia's words. She declared,

"Warlord Portia, you're too kind-hearted. You don't know how many times we've been harassed by these scoundrels and had to fend them off. If we show them mercy, there'll be no end to their pestering."

Thus, Hen Portia reluctantly posed a few questions, hoping Sam could answer at least one and end this absurd interrogation.

"Fellow student, do you know who established the inscription techniques of the Starlight Haven Kingdom?" she inquired, choosing a relatively straightforward question.

Sam, however, was left stumped. He did not know the historical origins of the Starlight Haven Kingdom's inscription techniques.

His memories from the Realm of the Gods didn't contain such trivial details, and even his limited resources, like the Book 'Inscription Techniques: How to Get Started on the Path to Inscription' offered no insight into the history of the Starlight Haven Kingdom's inscription techniques.

The Elder Senior Sister was so amused by Sam's situation that she could not control it.

"You don't even know this basic fact? It's clear you have no valid response," she taunted.

Undeterred, Sam responded, "I may not know its history, but I have some knowledge of pharmacology and material reactions."

The statement shocked Hen Portia. She had not even begun to delve into the vast and varied worlds of pharmacological and material reactions at her early age, much less this young person. She thought it odd that anyone would continue to tell a lie when it was false.

With a triumphant smile, the Elder Senior Sister exclaimed, "Ha-ha! The little perverted boy's web of deceit is unraveling before our eyes! Spin some more tales, boy; this big sister is waiting!"

However, Sam wasn't willing to back down. He insisted, "I genuinely came here to study. I've been exploring inscription techniques and was recently inspired by a dream. Who says I must succeed? Who claims that a novice cannot explore new materials in inscriptions?"

"Humph! So you remain unrepentant until you see the consequences!"

The Elder Senior Sister retorted. "Good! I'm a reasonable person. Today, I'll allow you to convince Hen Portia genuinely. I may not understand inscription techniques, but fortunately, we have the greatest inscription talent in the entire Starlight Haven Kingdom right here with us. Show off your meager skills before a true expert, and let's see how you fare."

Hen Portia, though frustrated, knew the futility of the situation. The Elder Senior Sister's obsession with men had clouded her judgment, and she couldn't comprehend why someone would persist in a lie under such circumstances.

She asked Sam, hoping he could provide a satisfactory answer to end this tedious charade, "Student, do you know the 'shock' inscription and its unique pattern and characteristics?"