The morning class had wrapped up, and the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the campus.
Trill had vanished entirely from the lecture. Not a trace of her all morning.
"It looks like she's really committed to skipping class," I muttered to myself. "I wonder what's going on with her…"
"Who?" Titania asked, her cheeks stuffed with a sandwich that made her look like a squirrel hoarding nuts.
"I'm talking about Trill," I clarified.
"Hmmm… Wait, you an Trill Feliann, the princess of the Feliann Clan? You're going after her too, Leon?" Titania asked, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.
She already knew I was involved with multiple won and was targeting even more. When I shared this with her, she didn't react with anger but accepted it with a joyful, almost mischievous grin.
"Well, her skill seem pretty valuable, so I want to get my hand on it," I said.
Titania's smile broadened as she leaned in closer. "I know you can do it, Leon. After all, you're my boyfie~!" she purred, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder with a playful affection.
The onlookers surrounding us clicked their tongues in clear irritation. It was obvious they were pissed off seeing the princess doting on like this. They were probably fantasizing about being in my position.
"Oh, by the way," Titania said after a mont, her tone buzzing with excitent, "I heard from Shreddy that she's heading back to the dorm to collect her things. I've missed her sooooo much. It's been two months since I last saw her! Do you want to et her too? I bet you do. I an, you two were pretty tight before, right?"
Were Shredica and I really that close? With the way she used to boss around and treat like her personal lackey, it made sense that people would think we were close. Even Hereon had shown jealousy over our so-called bond. But in reality, our relationship was more of a business partnership than anything personal.
"I don't think I have the ti to et her. But do pass along my congratulations for becoming a magic knight," I said, my fingers lightly massaging my girlfriend's hair.
"Hehehe…" she giggled, her laughter bubbling up as my touch glided over her head.
That's right. I couldn't afford to spend ti with Shredica now. Besides, with her dream achieved, our connection was finished. It was finally ti for to concentrate on what really mattered.
Specifically, seizing control of this world.
***
The next day, Trill cut class again.
It had beco a relentless routine, and Professor Irene was growing increasingly frustrated. This pattern had started at the beginning of the second sester and showed no signs of stopping. As the sester drew to a close, Trill's absences had taken a severe toll on her ranking. Once sitting comfortably in the top 20 of the bronze class, she now languished near the very bottom.
The following day, she was absent once more. And again the day after that.
However, on the next day, she finally showed up to class. She appeared completely unchanged—her deanor and appearance were as normal as ever.
After the morning class, Professor Irene didn't waste a mont and pulled her aside for a private conversation.
"Bernadette," I murmured, and instantly, a woman clad in a sleek ninja costu materialized beside , taking a respectful knee.
"Yes, Master?" she replied, her voice a soft whisper.
"Can you eavesdrop on their conversation and let know what they discuss?" I instructed her.
"Affirmative, Master," she said with a nod, and then she vanished into thin air again.
***
Irene's POV
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, Miss Trill," I said, my voice cutting through the air. The woman before was a vision of provocative fashion, her skirt barely covering her thighs, and her uniform daringly unbuttoned to expose her deep cleavage. Her acrylic nails were painted a bold color, glinting under the light. "Why have you stopped attending lectures and persistently cut classes?"
She barely looked up, her gaze fixed on her manicured nails as if they held the answers. "I thought whatever I do is none of the academy's business, Professor," she replied with a dismissive tone.
"There are certainly aspects of life that the academy can't ddle in, such as personal matters," I countered, my tone firm. "But when one of our students continuously skips class, it becos an issue we can't ignore."
"I don't really have any reason," she said, her voice casual. "I just want to, you know, cut classes and do whatever I please. Honestly, I'm getting bored with studying. I'm a free-spirited girl, you know? I can't just sit still in one place."
"This is an institution," I responded firmly. "You're supposed to adhere to its rules."
"Can't I have so freedom that the academy shouldn't ddle with?" she countered. "I an, I'm a princess of my people, and essentially, I'm the princess of all beastfolk. I should be able to do whatever I want."
"And you're essentially a student at this institution," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the air with conviction. "Here, the boundaries of status vanish. We're supposed to treat all students equally, regardless of whether you're a commoner, a noble, or royalty. Societal hierarchy doesn't matter here."
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "Look, Miss Trill, I don't want to drag this out. I need you to stop skipping classes and start showing up. If you continue like this, you'll end up at the very bottom of the rankings. I'm sure King Leonelle, your father—the king of the beastfolk—wouldn't want that."
"I don't really give a damn what my dad thinks of ," she said with a casual shrug, her indifference palpable. "Well, if that's all you wanted to say, I'm leaving now. Bye, Professor. See you tomorrow." She spun on her heels, her dismissal clear, and walked out the door with barely a glance back.
"Wai—!" I tried to call after her, but the door slamd shut with a final, decisive thud. I let out a frustrated sigh, pressing my forehead into my palm. "The students assigned to this year aren't just oddballs; they're a real handful."
One had suddenly beco a magic knight without even graduating, another was a troubleso one who skipped lectures, and then there was the troubleso fuck boy who took my virginity and then ghosted . I was certain that by the end of this school year, my hair would be completely white from the stress.
***
Leon's POV
"And that's the entire conversation that took place," Bernadette said, kneeling in front of .
She had vividly replayed the entire exchange between Trill and Irene, capturing every nuance with remarkable precision. Her mimicry was so spot-on that it felt as if she had beco them in the telling. I couldn't help but be impressed by her skillful portrayal.
Despite the detail, I didn't get everything from their conversation. The main takeaway was that Trill had gone full rebel. Not only was she challenging the academy, but she also seed to have a serious beef with her father. Still, it was valuable information.
"Bernadette, co here," I said, patting my thighs.
She stood up and hesitantly walked over, then settled down on my lap, her soft butt pressing against .
"Good girl," I murmured, my fingers gently caressing her head.
"Hehehe~" she giggled with pure, unfiltered joy, her cheeks glowing with warmth.
It was clear that indulging Bernadette with this kind of attention was a key part of her domination needs. That's why I intended to continue showering her with praise and affection, pushing her deeper into that submissive, eager space.
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