Why Did You Mess With Him? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey! Chapter 107

Chapter 107: How Is He Riding in the Sa Carriage as the Princess?

The 3-day end-of-term exam finally wrapped up.

Early the next morning, students sitting at ho began receiving their results one after another, delivered by Principal Rashel's【Natural Sparrow】.

For a mont, so rejoiced while others despaired.

But what caught countless people off guard was this:

The exam that had originally been called the most difficult of this end-of-term assessnt cycle—Viktor's distinctly unconventional test—turned out to have the highest pass rate of any exam administered this term.

A staggering 80%.

This left many professionals completely baffled.

Surely... there couldn't be sothing underhanded going on, could there?

This exam had been publicly labeled "the hardest" by nurous dia outlets.

Of course, the pass rate was undeniably high—yet the number of perfect scores was remarkably few.

Barely a hundred.

That, at least, ca as quite a surprise.

In any case, the exam content would not be disclosed to the public so soon.

No matter how much the reporters and outside observers pressed, Principal Rashel's response remained the sa:

"We will not be revealing any exam content in the near term. What I can say is that Professor Viktor's assessnt was absolutely fair and without any inflation whatsoever."

"If anyone remains doubtful, then—3 days after the student holiday begins—Professor Viktor's lecture will be held in the Academy's largest lecture hall."

"At that ti, you are all welco to direct your questions to Chief Professor Viktor during the Q&A segnt."

Principal Rashel fielded every interview without leaving a single opening, navigating each exchange with effortless ease.

After all, he was a veteran Mage of considerable years—he naturally understood what to say and when to say it.

The lecture Viktor had prepared spread quickly through the Royal Capital.

Unsurprisingly, it beca the talk of many noble circles.

The Clavena Family was now at the height of its influence, and Viktor was long past the days when everyone looked down on him.

After all—private magic instructor to the Princess, Chief Professor of the Magic Academy, Council mber...

A Viktor draped in countless titles was not soone ordinary nobility could afford to provoke.

Did anyone still dare look down on Viktor now? They'd better take a good, hard look at themselves first.

Viktor's influence had grown imnse. Many nobles were practically scrambling to secure a seat at the lecture.

Even those with status and connections found it nearly impossible to get in.

A spot was worth its weight in gold.

Viktor watched in relative silence as Leah bustled about in front of him.

One mont she was swapping out his tie, the next she was changing his shirt.

Leah worked diligently, fussing over Viktor's every garnt and accessory.

"Done!"

At last, she planted both hands on her hips and surveyed her handiwork with satisfaction.

The Viktor before her had traded in that old, worn Coat for a sleek black tailcoat.

White gloves covered both his hands. A straight black-and-white tie ran down the center of his chest.

A pair of brilliantly polished leather shoes glead so brightly they could have reflected light—sharp and immaculate.

Leah seed thoroughly pleased with her masterpiece, studying Viktor from every angle, openly admiring her brother's striking appearance.

"Not bad."

Viktor looked at Leah standing before him.

She had clearly intended to attend the lecture and watch from the audience, having prepared her formal dress long in advance.

And yet, just to dress and style him, she had stubbornly pushed everything aside—until the lecture was nearly about to begin, and she still hadn't had ti to change into her own outfit.

So Viktor offered a word of thanks.

"Thank you."

"Hmm?"

Leah shot Viktor a dissatisfied look.

"Don't read too much into it. You represent the Clavena Family—you need to look the part."

Then she turned back to the mirror, studying Viktor's reflection inside it. She narrowed her eyes, let a quiet smile cross her lips, and said with great satisfaction:

"You'd better shine brilliantly for ."

Knock. Knock.

A asured knock ca at the door.

"Co in."

Leah assud it was the Maidservant and called out toward the entrance.

Instead, it was Heni who pushed the door open and stepped inside.

She was wearing the sa black robe as always, looking as plain and understated as ever.

As Associate Professor, and forrly Viktor's Teaching Assistant, Heni would naturally need to be present at an occasion like this to lend her support.

Leah had originally intended to give Heni at least a little styling as well, but Viktor had imdiately vetoed the idea.

Why?

Not everyone had witnessed the allure hidden beneath Heni's black robe.

If this Succubus with her demonic qualities were to unleash her full charm, the entire lecture hall would likely descend into chaos on her account.

By the next morning, Heni would be ready to make the front page of the newspaper.

"Professor! Here is the Lecture Script prepared in advance for you!"

Heni had jogged the whole way over, slightly out of breath—but she hadn't forgotten to bring along the thin sheaf of lecture notes.

Viktor accepted it and skimd it over in a single pass.

It contained so opening pleasantries and a set of standard formats for handling dia responses.

Heni added with a touch of guilt:

"It's a sha there wasn't enough ti—otherwise I definitely could have written out a full lecture outline for you, Professor!"

"You've done very well already."

Viktor offered Heni a brief word of praise, then snapped his fingers. The Lecture Script dissolved into scattered specks of light and vanished into the air.

A single glance was all it took. Viktor had already committed every word to mory.

"As for the lecture content itself—I've already prepared it."

Weija flew over from nearby and landed on his shoulder. Viktor continued:

"It's ti to head out."

***

The Royal Magic Academy.

People pressed against one another in large numbers, slowly making their way toward the grand lecture hall.

Inside, 4 lengths of deep crimson silk cascaded from the ceiling, and beneath the gathered light, the golden-oak lecture podium glead all the more brilliantly.

The seating below rested in dim shadow, and those who had arrived early quickly moved to take their seats.

Tonight's audience was imnse. Most of those permitted to attend this lecture held distinguished status.

Even the Royal Knight Company had received word of the overti duty, dispatched to personally manage order on the ground.

Gwen stood at the very front of the Knight Company—poised and commanding, her silver-white armor smooth and polished, every inch the image of a formidable Valkyrie.

Several magnificent Carriages pulled up slowly at the Academy's entrance, their deep violet paintwork an unmistakable declaration of their passengers' prestige.

The dia imdiately turned their recording crystals toward the Carriages.

"That's... the Du Chloe Family crest, isn't it?"

The Carriage door swung open.

Duke Livi stepped out first, entering the dia's field of view.

Right behind him erged Erika, her golden hair catching the light.

The assembled reporters froze on the spot.

"It's the Duke and his prodigious daughter!"

"Word has it that Erika is currently the youngest and most talented 2nd-Tier Mage around—and that she may reach the 3rd Tier very soon. I wonder if that's really true."

"She's absolutely stunning!"

But Erika paid the dia no attention whatsoever. She walked straight past them and into the Academy's lecture hall.

The Duke, for his part, gave a casual wave in the reporters' direction, then turned to greet the other nobility with cordial pleasantries.

Shortly after, a white steed ca trotting briskly up to the Magic Academy.

A retinue of escorts followed behind the Carriage, and the dia grew even more stunned.

That was the Royal Family.

The gilded Carriage door opened slowly. 2 Princes descended from the sa Carriage, straightening their formal attire before striding confidently toward the Academy.

Both Princes walked into the lecture hall wearing approachable smiles.

Along the way they occasionally nodded toward the dia with gracious acknowledgnt.

"Wow!"

"The two Princes, so harmonious with each other."

"Even the Royal Family holds Viktor's lecture in such high regard—truly remarkable."

The crowd grew all the more astonished by Viktor's apparent connections.

Without anyone quite noticing, his influence had already spread across the entire Royal Capital.

Yet what surprised everyone was one particular absence among Viktor's students.

The Princess—rumored to be among them—was nowhere to be seen.

As puzzled glances swept through the crowd, they noticed it:

A Carriage powered by Magic Power was making its way toward the Academy.

A Carriage with no horse—that alone seed to declare the identity of its owner.

The door opened of its own accord. The first to step out was the evening's main attraction.

Viktor.

He was dressed in a black tailcoat, white gloves covering his hands.

One hand rested across his chest. With the other, he extended his arm outward in an elegant bow toward the interior of the Carriage.

Inside, a mysterious woman rested her pale, slender hand atop his palm and stepped gracefully down from the Carriage.

It was Auréliane.

She wore a flowing white gown, adorned with gleaming jewels that caught the moonlight and shimred brilliantly.

A single hairpin had gathered her long hair into an elegant updo, lending her an air of refined maturity unlike her usual self.

Dressed in that white gown, she looked achingly lovely even beneath the lamplight.

Her bearing was like sothing from a moonlit fairytale.

The reporters froze completely on the spot. The recording crystals slipped from their hands and clattered to the ground, rolling away in every direction.

The Princess had stepped out of the sa Carriage as Viktor??

...Excuse ?

Who wouldn't be thrown off by that?

Auréliane descended from the Carriage, gathered the hem of her skirt with both hands, and offered Viktor an elegant bow of thanks.

Then she proceeded ahead toward the lecture hall.

Passing by Gwen, she smiled and gave the Grand Knight Commander a courteous nod of acknowledgnt.

Gwen blinked, montarily puzzled—but returned Auréliane's smile all the sa.

Once the Princess had gone ahead into the lecture hall, a swarm of reporters hurriedly scrambled to pick up the recording crystals at their feet.

No one stopped to check whose was whose—they surged as one toward Viktor.

From the look of things, they were absolutely determined to get a firsthand account straight from the source.

Gwen's brow furrowed. The Knight Company had been deployed precisely to maintain order—and yet these dia figures showed no regard for the Knight Company whatsoever.

She had expected Viktor to use Magic to put so distance between himself and the reporters, but Viktor made no such move.

He simply stood where he was, allowing the crowd of reporters to swarm around him.

At that point, Gwen had no choice but to step in.

She moved behind Viktor, her armor ringing out with a series of clangs, and rallied several Knights to form a periter around him.

"Keep order. Behaving like this only makes things very difficult for everyone!"

The Knights pushed the mass of reporters back. Gwen watched their crestfallen faces one by one—and remained unmoved.

She turned back toward Viktor.

He showed not a trace of panic despite being surrounded by the dia—composed and unhurried throughout.

Still, Gwen couldn't help but furrow her brow as she spoke to him:

"Why didn't you just send them away yourself?"

Viktor clearly had the ans to leave on his own. Even without using Magic, he could have simply followed alongside the Princess.

And yet he had chosen to stand right there in place—waiting until the Princess had departed and he was left without cover, still standing alone where he was.

As if waiting for soone.

Who else could he have been waiting for?

The mont that thought crossed her mind, Gwen felt a flicker of irritation.

Viktor had no idea what kind of stir he was causing right now.

But Viktor rely looked at her, his voice calm and even:

"I was waiting for you to co rescue ."

"I knew you wouldn't stand by and watch end up in trouble."

"......"

Gwen went briefly still—and in that fleeting mont, she caught a glimpse of Viktor's lips curving ever so slightly upward.

Only his voice remained, drifting to her ears.

"Escort inside, would you?"

"Sir Knight."