As soon as they arrived at one of the entrances to Ironcrest, Vicente and Layla split up, with him and Sarah going to the nearest of The Faceless Ones' posts. Meanwhile, the gray-haired woman went to Rexnelts Academy, where she was supposed to meet Newton.

It was evening in Ironcrest, but there was still movement on the streets and in the main local academy, which was located in the center of the city.

Layla made her way to that place without much commotion but also a little hastily to position herself in relation to Jasmine's rescue and arrived in front of the building Vicente had visited weeks ago.

She wore a white dress, a metallic white mask on her face, and her hair tied up in a bun.

As soon as she appeared and walked towards the entrance of that Royal Academy, the surrounding guards made way for her while breathing more deeply.

Layla didn't have to show her face to these men for them to know she was a fairy. The guards could tell that she was a beauty from the silkiness of her skin, the shape of her hands, and her exposed heels.

Not only that, she had a scent that was hard to ignore, capable of perfuming any room she entered.

As they smelled her lovely perfume and imagined what lay beneath those clothes, some guards momentarily forgot their duties.

Gulp!

"Now that's a woman! I wouldn't even go to work with someone like that in the house!"

"What is this goddess doing here? I hope she's not after one of the brats from the academy..."

As the men muttered among themselves, some making bolder comments than others, one of them stepped forward and addressed Layla. "My lady, where are you going? Let this humble guard escort you."

Layla hid her level, so there was no way for these mere Acolytes to know that she was commenting on someone who could kill them with a single blow.

But she was not an unreasonable woman. There were advantages to being a woman, to being as beautiful as she was. As much as she and many others didn't like to take advantage of situations because of men's weak mentalities, she couldn't help but use it to her advantage.

In a way, good looks were also part of her powers!

"Rose is looking for Professor Newton. Can you take me to him?" She said, forcing her voice to sound cuter and harder to refuse.

It was a proven fact that men were more inclined to grant women's requests when they spoke in a forced voice to sound cuter!

Hearing an angelic tone, the level 4 Acolyte who had first approached her smiled broadly and pointed. "This way, Professor Newton is still working. I'll take you to his office."

The other men stayed behind with silly grins on their faces, imagining how lucky their friend was to be able to spend time guiding that goddess.

For people like them, all they needed was a few minutes alone with a goddess like that to try their luck.

Women could be quite difficult to read, sometimes harder or easier to win over. But most of the time, what got in the way of men getting the women they wanted was their own fear of rejection.

Those more willing to take a risk, to flirt and ask a woman out, had the best chance of success.

Between an ordinary but brave man and a handsome but shy man, the first type definitely had more success with women, even in the world of magic!

Of course, other things could greatly influence this type of social interaction, but this was true for people in near realities, just as it was on Earth.

And so, for the next two minutes, Layla would hear a courtship, with that man asking her a few questions, complimenting her more than before, and even asking her out.

Of course, he wouldn't succeed in his attempts since the circumstances weren't at all favorable for his attempt.

In any case, it is better to try and fail than to regret never having tried!

Seeing the man leave, Layla didn't wait long before the door to Newton's office opened, and she was confronted with one of the greatest geniuses of the province and perhaps of the entire kingdom.

"Professor Newton." She said in a clearly excited tone as she made a greeting gesture.

Layla respected Newton's name. This man was so intelligent and capable that even her Congregation of Revelation had tried to recruit him as soon as he became famous.

Not only the Congregation of Revelation but also several other continental powers had tried to recruit Newton, as he had a rare ability and could eventually revolutionize the continent.

He hadn't made up his mind for the moment, as he had made it clear to the many interested parties that he intended to stay in the Seidel Kingdom until he reached the limit he could go in such a state. Only then would he make a decision.

Newton's power was so great that even the Congregation of Revelation had decided to wait. At the same time, no one was interested in moving against him.

As much as talents were often seen as a threat to the ruling order, Newton's talent was exceptional. He was the kind of person who, if allowed to grow, would develop things that could benefit the entire continent, not just the force he was a part of.

Since he wasn't a warrior, there was no way he could directly threaten the sovereign powers. Therefore, the chances of anyone wanting his head were meager at the moment.

His personality and neutrality were so remarkable that even publicly rival powers interested in him wouldn't consider eliminating him if he chose an opposing side.

Because of this, Layla respected and admired the man who had recently made a breakthrough and became a High-level Mage, the highest cultivation of magicians in Ironcrest.

Newton looked at the woman dressed in white in front of him and asked. "Who are you, girl? Why are you after me?"

Unlike the Acolytes, Newton could clearly sense Layla's true level. That was an ability of more powerful magicians, something that made it impossible for lower-level people to hide everything about themselves from experts.

Layla got to the point by showing Newton what Vicente had asked her to deliver. "I'm here on behalf of a mutual friend, Professor. He asked me to find you and give you this. You'll understand when you read it."

Newton immediately opened the parchment Layla had given him and began to read the contents of Vicente's message. Meanwhile, he returned to his office and gestured for the woman to close the door and calm down.