"Emma did indeed err first in this matter, and I have apologized on her behalf,"

Professor Lawrence stroked his beard, looked at Wayne Lane and Emma standing together, and let out a barely audible sneer.

He really didn’t like either of them.

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed them.

Although Emma was dissatisfied with today’s obstacles, this was, after all, the Mech Academy, and the other party was a professor, so she didn’t dare to make a scene. She could only let it go.

Only after they left the academy gates did Emma start to complain, tugging at Wayne Lane’s sleeve, "Brother Wayne, you have no idea how that old man picked on me just now. He even thought about letting me duel with one of his students. Has he gone mad? I’m a princess!"

Wayne Lane stopped, turned around, his expression somewhat cold, clearly angered, "Emma, that’s Professor Lawrence, the most Esteemed and Respected Professor in the academy."

Emma was dismissive, "So what? Is he more capable than my father? More powerful than the royal family?"

Just a professor from the Mech Academy, does he really think he can rise above royal authority?

Without answering, Wayne merely stated, "It’s getting late; I’ll have someone come to pick you up."

Emma didn’t want to miss this chance to be alone with him, "Can’t you take me back?"

"I have another class soon."

As he spoke, the guards who had accompanied Emma were already approaching.

She hadn’t snuck out today without the royal family knowing; it was with the consent of the king.

Seeing the escort had arrived, Wayne prepared to leave.

"Wayne, I came out today to find you," Emma said, feeling wronged.

For a princess who rarely liked someone enough to chase him to the academy, lowering her own status, and he wouldn’t even grant her a moment alone.

Wayne’s attitude remained frosty, "It’s nearly time; I must go back."

After speaking, he entered the academy gates.

The gate was automatic, closing as soon as Wayne went through.

Emma, furious, stamped her feet outside, but there was nothing she could do.

The escort approached and asked, "Princess, shall we return now?"

"Return now? Hell no!" she snapped and lashed out, "Hurry up and smash this damned door open!"

The guards wore troubled expressions, "This is the Mech Academy; such actions would be against the rules."

"What rules? I am the rules!"

The guards still dared not move.

Even the king wouldn’t dare order someone to smash the gates of the Mech Academy.

"A bunch of useless fools!"

Emma was furious but, considering she was in public, she reluctantly walked away.

*

Jay Brown was called away by Professor Lawrence.

He was still wearing his combat suit, having had no time to change.

Professor Lawrence told him there was no need to change; he wanted to see his current level of combat.

"Not in the combat room?"

Professor Lawrence shook his head, hands clasped behind him as he walked ahead, "To the training field."

The training field was much larger, usually used for matches and one-on-one fights.

But at this time, the students were all in class.

Jay, though curious, didn’t ask why. He was just curious about one thing, "Professor, were you really about to have me fight the princess earlier?"

Professor Lawrence didn’t deny it, "The royals are used to looking down on others, always thinking their innate talents mean everything, not realizing..."

He paused, then continued leisurely, "There are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people."

Arrogant and short-sighted, it would be their undoing.

Because of their pride in their extraordinary talents, the royals disdained to study together with the so-called "commoners" at the Mech Academy.