At that mont, the fog clouding my mind from the intoxicating lewdness Irene was exuding cleared up.
"Retired?" I asked, needing to confirm. "She retired from being a professor?"
"She also retired from being an agent for the administrators," Irene replied.
That threw off completely. Rose loved her job as a professor. Sure, she hated the bullshit orders from the administrators, but she endured it because teaching was her passion. And now, she’d just up and retired?
"Did she go back to her house?" I asked.
"Doesn’t seem like it," Irene said, shaking her head. "I an, you probably know this, but Rose hates her family. She’d rather die in a ditch than go crawling back to them."
She wasn’t wrong. Rose always carried this bitterness about her family. Anyti sothing reminded her of them, her face twisted into a scowl that practically scread disdain.
"If that’s the case, where is she now?" I pressed.
Irene sighed. "No idea. I figured she’d be fine since it’s her, but... considering it is Rose, I can’t help but worry. Even after everything—finding out we’d fallen for the sa man and all—I still see her as a friend."
It was concerning that she’d disappeared, but knowing Rose, I wasn’t too worried. She could take care of herself. Hell, she wasn’t called the Green-haired Demon for nothing. She was an incredible fighter, and anyone dumb enough to cross her usually ended up regretting it.
Irene’s grip on tightened as she leaned closer. "More importantly, Leon..." Her voice dropped, husky and teasing. "Don’t you think this is a perfect situation for us to fuck?"
I swallowed hard. Irene’s body was stunning, and sohow, it looked even more enticing now. The way her curves pressed against was maddening. But as much as I wanted to give in, I couldn’t.
"I’m sorry," I said reluctantly. "Trill is waiting for ."
Irene pouted, her lips forming a tempting little pout. "So, you’re really going to ignore a woman who’s practically begging you to fuck her and go to soone else instead? You’re such a scummy womanizer, Leon." She sighed dramatically but then smirked. "Oh well, I suppose doing sothing like this here would be risky anyway."
As she pulled away, I arched a brow. "I didn’t think you’d back down that easily."
She shrugged. "I don’t feel like fucking soone who’s thinking about another woman the whole ti. You’re off to see one of your girlfriend for the election, right? Probably to cheer her on too. If we fucked right now, I’d just feel like so side chick, and I have zero interest in being just that."
With a casual air, she grabbed her glasses and used a handkerchief to wipe them clean. The heat from earlier had fogged them up. As she cleaned them, she glanced at , her sharp gaze piercing through the act. "Which is why I’m not going to stop until you’re mine, Leon."
Then, with a confident stride, she headed to the door, unlocked it, and paused to look back at .
"You can go now," she said, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. Then, with a wink, she added, "Oh, and I’ll be waiting at my house later. I’ll have so brand-new clothes on, just for you."
With that, she put her glasses back on and walked out of the classroom, leaving staring after her.
That was as clear an invitation as I’d ever heard.
***
After that, I headed to the cafeteria, where I spotted both of my girlfriends sitting together. As soon as they saw , they waved, motioning for to join them. Without hesitation, I made my way over.
A chair was already prepared for , so I sat down, taking in the bustling atmosphere. It was still early for the election to start, but the preparations were in full swing. The current student council was hard at work coordinating everything. Even though they were technically on their way out, their duties didn’t end until the new president officially took over at the start of the next school year. For now, they were still in charge.
Titania let out a deep breath, her unease written all over her face. It wasn’t election ti yet, but it was clear she was starting to feel the pressure.
"Are you nervous, Nia?" I asked, watching her closely.
"Oh no, I’m fine," she replied, though the tight smile on her lips said otherwise.
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"It’s not like you to get this worked up," I said.
"Well... I’m not exactly a fan of speaking in front of big crowds," she admitted, glancing away.
"Really? Even though you’re a princess?"
Titania shrugged. "I didn’t do much public speaking back in Bethlan. My father handles most of the political and national matters. He’s the one always in the spotlight."
That was interesting. Most royal families I knew of loved to parade their heirs in front of the public, showing them off to prepare the people for the day they’d take the throne. It helped them establish familiarity and trust. But it sounded like Titania’s father had taken a different approach.
Could it be that he didn’t plan to make Titania the heir? That possibility lingered in the back of my mind.
"But you don’t have to worry!" she said suddenly, flashing a smile so radiant it was almost blinding. Her confidence seed to return in that mont, and I couldn’t help but feel reassured. If she believed in herself, then the least I could do was support her.
Before I could say anything, the atmosphere in the cafeteria shifted. A wave of tension swept through the room as one of the candidates for student council president entered. Not just any candidate, though—it was her.
Princess Myrcella, Titania’s main rival for the presidency, walked in like she owned the place, her regal presence impossible to ignore. She was accompanied, as always, by her knight, Johanne, whose stoic deanor and knightly aura made him look like he’d stepped straight out of a fairytale. Honestly, the guy—girl, I an, was cool as hell.
The air grew heavier as the two powerhouses of the election found themselves in the sa room. Both were strong contenders, and it was clear that the next president of Milham Academy of Magic Knights would be one of them. The sheer weight of their presence was enough to make everyone in the cafeteria sit up a little straighter.
What made it even more surprising was the fact that Myrcella was here at all. She rarely, if ever, showed up at the cafeteria. Being a princess of this kingdom, she had access to luxurious als delivered straight to her dorm. She didn’t need to step foot in a place like this.
Yet here she was, walking up to the register to order food. The servers behind the counter looked stunned, their expressions a mix of awe and confusion. Cafeteria food was good, sure, but it was nothing compared to what she could have at her beck and call.
And of course, the servers were nervous as hell, but they still managed to serve her with ticulous care.
"W-What can I get for you, Your Highness?" one of them stamred, clearly flustered.
"I’d like your suggestion. I’m not familiar with the nu, so I don’t know what’s good here," the Princess replied, flashing a warm smile.
That smile was enough to lt hearts. Everyone watching seed utterly smitten, and even the server turned beet red.
"I-If that’s the case, I’d recomnd…"
The server quickly whipped up the dish most popular among the academy’s students. It turned out to be the sa al I was eating. It wasn’t bad—not on par with what I had back on Earth, but good enough. My taste buds were still adjusting to the flavors of this world, though. The ingredients and at here were nothing like Earth’s, but the food was still enjoyable.
Johanne, her knight, ordered the sa al as the Princess. Once their trays were ready, they paid—though the server was so nervous they could barely make eye contact. Then, instead of searching for seats like most people, they turned their attention directly to us.
It was clear they had been planning this from the start. Their intention was obvious the mont they walked toward our table. Johanne carried the trays carefully, his stoic deanor unshaken despite the growing whispers in the cafeteria.
When they reached us, Princess Myrcella asked with a polite yet deliberate tone, "May we join you?"
Her question landed like a bombshell. Hours before the election, here she was, openly sitting with her main rival. Naturally, everyone in the cafeteria perked up, their curiosity piqued.
"Sure," Titania replied without a shred of hesitation. Suspicion wasn’t even on the table for her—it didn’t seem like she was the type to assu ill intent unless soone gave her a reason.
With that, both of them pulled out chairs and joined us at the table. The air felt thick with unspoken tension.
Trill imdiately turned to , her gaze full of questions. It was clear she wanted to know what the hell was going on. I simply shrugged, unable to offer her any answers.
Honestly, I didn’t have a clue what these Titania and Myrcella were thinking either.
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