Why Did You Mess With Him? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey! Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Be Obedient and Let Be Healthy

Kavra was still in the middle of explaining.

"Once you and Viktor are married, you will be a mber of the Clavena Family."

"In that case, even if Father wants to call you back, you will have every reason to refuse."

Gwen: "……"

Under Gwen's blank, bewildered stare, Kavra was still pacing back and forth, muttering away to herself.

"Perfect timing that I'm back—we can set the date while I'm here, and I'll be able to officiate your wedding……"

"Mm, mm, when you think about the ages involved, the 2 of you should have gotten married long ago. Dragging it out this long really is inexcusable."

Gwen finally could not take it anymore and shouted out loud:

"Sister! I have not decided to get married yet!"

At those words from Gwen, Kavra turned around with an expression of exaggerated puzzlent.

"Hmm? Does Viktor not like you?"

"No……he should……it's not……"

Gwen thought back to her conversation with Viktor today. She had ant to say firmly that he did not like her, but in the end she changed her words for so inexplicable reason.

She lowered her head, her voice growing smaller and smaller.

"Well then, that settles it!"

Kavra burst out laughing and gave Gwen a hearty clap on the shoulder, saying with a smile:

"Little Gwen, you don't want to go back ho either, do you?"

"……"

Gwen had a feeling Kavra was up to sothing with that remark.

But the truth was, she really did not want to go back.

The thought of her strict father, and that second brother she could not stand……

In that house, there was only her mother and her sister. Beyond them, she had no attachnt to any of it.

Watching as Gwen gradually fell into silence, Kavra stepped back a few paces and said with a light laugh:

"Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you."

"I'm not going to make you go back."

Gwen looked up, eyeing Kavra with a puzzled expression.

She watched as Kavra stood there turning sothing over in her mind:

"Hmm……but if you're not going back, you still need a reason."

"Viktor works nicely—you even ca back in his Carriage, after all."

"I'll send word ho when the ti cos and say that you and Viktor are in the midst of a passionate romance. That should do it!"

Listening to her sister's harebrained suggestion, Gwen's face flushed red. She was on the verge of arguing back—but knowing Kavra was only trying to help her, and unable to think of any better reason herself, she had no choice but to shut her mouth in a sulky pout.

Her sister had no idea.

The relationship between her and Viktor was absolutely not good.

"Oh! Right!"

Kavra sidled up to Gwen again, grinning as she said:

"There's actually 1 other matter I ca to the Royal Capital to deal with this ti—I wasn't going to tell you originally."

"But seeing how well things seem to be going between you and Viktor, I was thinking of asking you to pass along a request for his help."

"For help?"

Gwen was taken aback. What kind of help would require Viktor?

"Mm, exactly—after all, he's a Mage, and from what you've told , he's a super—duper powerful one at that."

"So I'd trouble you to pass the ssage along for ."

All of a sudden, Kavra turned serious. Every trace of her earlier flightiness vanished without a trace, as though an entirely different person had taken her place—quiet and composed, like a violet at rest.

Deep and mysterious.

"Keep watch for any 'filth' that has slipped into the Royal Capital."

Gwen was startled by her sister's sudden change. Then, just as abruptly, Kavra reverted to her earlier breezy self, draping her arm around Gwen's shoulders with a smile.

"Anyway, I just need you to give him a heads-up—if he can actually find that thing, it would be an enormous help!"

Gwen very much wanted to know what exactly her sister ant by "filth"—whatever it was, it had apparently warranted seeking out a Mage of Viktor's caliber.

But before she could ask anything more, a hand had already word its way quite shalessly into the gap at her waistline between the pieces of her armor.

Gwen felt a warmth at her waist, and her face instantly turned red. Yet Kavra's voice was already sounding in her ear.

"You worked up quite a sweat, didn't you, little Gwen?"

"How about a nice warm bath together with your sister? I can check along the way whether you've been developing properly~"

Gwen, red in the face, refused point-blank.

"Sister! I stopped developing ages ago!"

"Be good and let have a look!"

***

'You—do you desire power?'

Several twisted black letters materialized across the surface of the book, dripping with temptation, like sothing born of a demon.

But Heni only found it a little tireso.

This was already the 4th ti it had appeared today.

From the morning onward, these strange black letters had been cropping up around her for no discernible reason.

On her desk, on the walls, even on the flower beds in the garden as she walked through the campus.

She had no idea whose prank this was.

Yes—she had been treating the whole thing as a prank from the start.

After all, who would take sothing this absurd and clichéd seriously?

The first few tis, Heni had let it go. Whoever was behind a one-note prank like this would eventually get bored.

But she had not expected the other party to be so utterly relentless.

This ti, she finally had her limit.

She was seated at a desk in the Library, working on her notes for the day's lessons.

Then those letters appeared across the page, burying everything she had just written beneath them.

She was furious—but all she could do was fu in silence.

As an ordinary Magic Apprentice with a full command of theory and not a single spell to show for it, her complete lack of talent ant she was destined to watch helplessly as this infuriating prank went on tornting her.

So she wrote several words across that page.

'I'm sorry, I decline.'

Having done that, she tore out the page—now covered entirely in writing—and dropped it in the nearby waste bin. She gathered her books, stood up, and left the Library.

The contents of the notes, though—those she could commit to mory.

But her cautious nature told her that having them written down on paper was far more reassuring.

Heni made her way back to the Mage Tower—to Viktor's office, where she intended to settle in and rewrite everything in peace.

Before Viktor had left, he had already granted her access to his office.

So Heni was free to co and go from the Mage Tower as she pleased.

On the road that led to the Mage Tower, the stone paving underfoot once again produced those black letters.

'You—do you desire power?'

"I'm sorry, I don't! Stop pestering !"

Heni declared her refusal out loud, clutched her books to her chest, and broke into a jog, leaving without a single backward glance.

Before long, she arrived at the Mage Tower, utterly out of breath.

Having never done much vigorous exercise in her life, running even that short distance left her feeling sowhat lightheaded.

After quite so ti recovering, she reached out and touched the Mage Tower.

【Identity verification successful—Teaching Assistant Heni, welco back to the Mage Tower.】

As the voice rang out, the Teleportation Formation activated in an instant.

The next mont, she was standing inside Viktor's office.

The air inside was fresh and crisp, everything neat and in order. On the windowsill sat a pot of small, vivid flowers—ones she had given to Professor Viktor.

Professor Viktor had a slight aversion to ss; he preferred a clean and tidy environnt.

Heni had kept that firmly in mind, and so every day she would tidy the office for Viktor.

She did not sit in Viktor's chair, but instead brought a separate chair over to the desk before settling down.

Once her books were set aside, she got to work writing at a furious pace.

Heni knew well enough that her talent was lacking—so she had always poured herself into her studies instead.

An hour later, the pages were filled with everything she had written. That was the entirety of the day's coursework.

Those letters had not appeared again since.

"It really was just a prank."

Heni felt rather proud of her own cleverness. No one without clearance could enter the Mage Tower, let alone wander freely into Viktor's office.

The letters not reappearing had confird what she suspected.

"A prank like that—even a 10-year-old child wouldn't fall for it."

Heni checked the ti and estimated that class would be starting soon.

She gathered the books now covered in notes, and before she left, her eyes drifted once to Viktor's chair.

"……"

Heni set the books down, walked carefully over to the chair, and then—

She reached out and wrapped her arms around it.

As though lost in so fantasy playing out in her mind, a faint flush crept across her face. She pressed close and breathed in, just a little greedily, the faint lingering scent that clung to the chair.

After a short while, she let go of the chair and straightened her clothes, her gaze resolute.

"Professor! I will absolutely not let down your expectations!"

With that declaration, she picked her books back up and broke into a jog, teleporting out of the Mage Tower.

Walking along the path, Heni's mood lifted.

No matter how low her spirits fell, coming back to the Mage Tower always restored her cheerfulness.

She held her books to her chest, walking happily through the corridor.

Then, at a corner of the Academy, the edge of soone's clothing caught the corner of her eye.

Heni had ant to step aside imdiately, but she did not make it in ti.

Thud—she collided straight into the other person.

She landed hard on the ground from the impact, but her grip on the coursebook never loosened.

Before her stood a heavyset man with a small moustache. His expression was dark as he looked down at Heni.

Heni scrambled to her feet at once, not even pausing to brush the dust from her clothes before bowing in hasty apology.

"I……I'm sorry, Professor Dewen, I wasn't watching where I was going……"

"Of course you weren't watching where you were going—if you had seen , would you have walked right into ?"

The man addressed as Professor Dewen was clearly in a foul mood. He stroked his moustache with pinched, fastidious fingers and berated Heni:

"You cheap, worthless little thing—I truly cannot fathom why you are still here at this Academy."

Heni kept her head down and said nothing. The truth was, she had actually seen him.

At the corner, she had tried to step back a few paces to let him pass first.

But his girth had been so considerable that she simply had not been able to pull back in ti before he walked into her.

It was clearly his fault—so why was she the one apologizing……

Heni endured the tirade without a word of rebuttal.

Things like this had always happened before. She just had to bear with it……

She could not cause trouble for Professor Viktor.

All of a sudden, Dewen's eyes landed on the coursebook in Heni's hands, and he let out a cold laugh.

"Hmph? What's this?"

"You, a little Teaching Assistant—going to teach Class 1 again, are you?"