Chapter 137: The Holy Sword Maiden Approaches (1)
Shia glanced again at the guilty-looking Rong, then turned back to Nia with exasperation. She couldn't help but reach out and poke Nia’s forehead.
"What kind of nonsense have you been teaching her?"
Nia covered her forehead, pouting in protest. "You're the one who stayed out all night! Why are you blaming me? It's not like I told you to do that!"
Her face was devoid of any guilt.
Shia was speechless. Wasn't it you who told me to comfort Auntie Ella? Now you're pretending to be all high and mighty?
She asked me to apologize to Auntie Ella , but then turned around and used the situation to provoke Rong, teaching her to act pitiful in front of me. What’s your game?
As expected, she might look innocent, but she was a scheming little minx!
Always causing trouble, and then putting on this innocent act that made it hard to blame her.
As someone well-versed in the art of hearing lies, Nia, the elf princess, naturally knew that Shia had seen through her act.
Do you have any proof?
If you don’t, then don’t make baseless accusations, okay~!
And so, Nia maintained her innocent look, her big eyes wide and her small mouth pouting as if she were deeply wronged. "I didn’t do anything! Don’t slander me, okay?"
"Drop the act. I already know," Shia replied bluntly.
Meanwhile, Rong tugged gently at Nia's sleeve, whispering timidly, "He already knows, so there's no point in hiding it anymore."
Why not just admit it honestly?
After all, lying wasn’t good.
If their master got really angry, he could punish her alone—it’d be fine.
But Nia had no intention of confessing. She spun around and pulled Rong into a hug, whining pitifully, "Little Rong, look at him! I didn’t do anything, yet he’s accusing me without any evidence!"
"Tell me, did I teach you those words just now?"
Nia clung to Rong, rubbing against her affectionately.
Her soft, curvy body pressed tightly against Rong, her ample chest enveloping Rong’s arm completely.
The sensation of her arm being swallowed by such plush softness made Rong’s back go rigid.
What...what was she touching?
How could this size even exist?
Despite her youthful face, how could she possess such exaggerated proportions?
And—Nia-senpai was hugging her!?
Why was she so close!?
Rong felt suffocated, her first instinct being to escape.
But they were best friends, weren’t they? Running away didn’t seem right.
Plus, her body wouldn’t move.
Rong internally let out a silent scream.
The socially awkward and flat-chested succubus princess was utterly defeated, freezing like a scarecrow.
Her gaze turned vacant, unable to nod, shake her head, or even speak.
Her lips moved slightly, but no words came out.
Shia just stood there, quietly observing the scene without saying a word, secretly shaking her head in disbelief.
Nia observed Rong's reaction and inwardly clicked her tongue.
'Such a hopeless case.'
So what if he figured it out? There’s no surveillance—just don’t admit it!
And getting all steamed up just because I hugged you? Turning into a blushing steam princess over this—what are you going to do about it?
Nia could already imagine the future.
Rong, unable to even rank as the "third wheel," would likely hide in a corner, casting pitiful glances, gradually turning gray and sorrowful.
What a tragic picture!
Meanwhile, a woman clad in a snow-white gauzy dress stood on the balcony, slowly swinging a longsword in her hand.
Her skirt billowed gently in the breeze, her entire figure radiating an almost divine purity.
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The 'Sword Saintess, Sistine', was performing her morning exercises as usual. But her rhythm faltered the moment she noticed a certain boy walking nearby.
Her brows furrowed again, her focus on training completely disrupted.
'How can this be allowed?'
How could he wander freely in this area without a care in the world?
While Nia was busy clinging to Rong and whining, Sistine was already knocking on Diana’s door.
When Diana opened the door and saw the composed and frosty lady standing there, her face lit up with a kind smile.
“What brings you to see me today?”
Sistine, however, maintained her icy demeanor, her gaze cool and distant, sharply contrasting with Diana's warm expression.
“Headmistress, I’ve come to discuss a matter with you.”
“If there’s something on your mind, come in and let’s talk,” Diana said, unbothered by Sistine’s attitude as she stepped aside to invite her in.
Sistine didn’t waste time on pleasantries.
“Headmistress, why is there a boy in the villa district?”
Her voice carried a faint trace of displeasure, each word meticulously measured.
Diana stretched her graceful figure leisurely, her voluptuous curves becoming even more prominent as she rested comfortably against her chair, exuding a commanding presence.
“He’s the top new student this year. It’s perfectly reasonable for the academy to provide special privilege s.”
“But this isn’t what was agreed upon before.” Sistine’s frown deepened, her eyes brimming with displeasure.
“He broke the freshman trial record. Staying in the villa district is his reward,” Diana replied calmly.
Her movements, deliberate and unhurried, added to the already overwhelming presence of her mature and alluring figure.
“If we don’t allow him to stay in the Arlingea Villa District, what kind of reward would you suggest we give him instead?”
Sistine pursed her lips, unwilling to accept the answer but finding no grounds for refutation.
Breaking records and earning access to the villa district was fair under the academy’s rules.
But still, she disliked the idea of a male living among them.
Yet, looking at Diana, who remained completely at ease and nonchalant, Sistine found herself at a los s for words.