Chapter 28: Lena’s Worries
“I…”
Agnes tasted despair for the first time.
In this enclosed classroom, Lena had dealt her a heavy psychological blow, like being hit head-on by a truck. This suffocating pain was enough to last a lifetime.
Agnes trembled slightly, her face pale as a sheet. She knew all too well how the academy would react once they learned the truth.
Covering things up, coercion and bribery, distorting the truth, forcing her to compromise…
Making the victim apologize to the perpetrator and twisting the narrative to blame the victim was exactly the kind of dirty trick this prestigious magic academy was capable of.
Rotten, completely rotten.
This filthy, man-eating prison disguised as an educational institution!
“Bring it on…” Agnes murmured, her eyes downcast. “I’m not afraid of your conspiracy…”
“Professor?” Lena approached with a smirk, waving a hand in front of Agnes’s face. “Don’t give up hope so quickly. Believe in yourself, you can do it!”
The villain’s encouragement sounded more like a taunt after a successful scheme.
“Are you mocking me, Lena? You’ve succeeded.”
Agnes looked down. A small, adorable golden fox girl was still clinging tightly to her leg, her tail wrapped firmly around it.
She chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, your little sister?”
“…” Lena’s smile froze.
She didn’t know whether to confirm or deny.
And Ling Ling seemed to be eagerly awaiting the answer, her large eyes filled with hope, her fluffy fox ears perked up.
“I think I see the answer I was looking for, Lena.”
Agnes keenly sensed the awkwardness in the air, and Lena’s momentary lapse in composure. “Did you two have a fight? Are you in a cold war? Lovers? You seem a bit young for that…”
Lena clicked her tongue. “Shut up.”
Agnes pressed her attack. “Touchy subject?”
“…”
“Why did you fight? Can you tell your older sister?” Agnes looked at Lena, who was rarely showing such a childish side, her curiosity piqued.
The previously aggressive and invincible Lena, it turned out even the strongest person had a weakness.
If she could coax some information out of Lena, perhaps she could dissuade her from her scheming and be spared.
Although she wasn’t sure what Lena was planning…
“It’s none of your business, it’s a family matter.” Lena’s sudden change in attitude was unexpected.
“But guiding students through emotional crises is also a teacher’s responsibility. I think you need to talk, Lena. You have something weighing heavily on your mind, something you need to get off your chest. Perhaps I can help.” Agnes looked like a mother catching fireflies for her daughter on a summer night, her gentle gaze repeatedly falling on Angel in her nun’s uniform. Seeing Angel’s aggrieved expression, she sighed. “This is complicated…”
Tsk, tsk, how is it complicated?
Did you misunderstand something?
Lena rolled her eyes, but Agnes had seized upon this weakness, landing another blow.
“Young people can play around, but there should be moderation and self-control. How can you have one at home and then seek another companion for the night, two-timing them…”
In Agnes’s eyes, Ling Ling was the neglected little wife, lonely and miserable, while Angel was Lena’s new lover. For some reason, they had met, the little wife confronting the mistress, only to be slapped down by Lena.
If that was the case, then everything made sense!
Lena was upset and slept during an important open class, venting her dissatisfaction with the academy’s leadership. Then she set her sights on Agnes, hoping to forget those two relationships…
No, no, no!
How could she, a respected professor, be subdued by her own student?!
How scandalous!
Agnes bit her lip, a blush rising on her cheeks, making her even more beautiful.
“What nonsense are you making up?”
Lena lost interest in continuing the conversation. She beckoned the golden fox girl, who was wagging her tail, and flicked her finger.
Snap!
“Ouch!” Ling Ling clutched her forehead, her eyes filled with reproach.
“Look what you did.”
Lena’s tone was filled with exasperation, and a hint of hidden affection.
“Waaah… Miss, don’t ignore Ling Ling. Ling Ling will listen to Miss from now on…”
“Go away, shoo.”
Lena waved her hand dismissively.
Ling Ling, who was about to grab Lena’s sleeve, stumbled into Angel’s arms. A gentle hand stroked her soft fox ears, and another arm wrapped around her slender waist.
Ling Ling whimpered pitifully, “Sister Angel, please say something. Miss will soften her heart and won’t abandon us…”
“I… forget it.”
Angel finally spoke.
Her eyes were hollow and lifeless, like a wife cruelly kicked out of her home.
“I don’t dare ask for anything more.”
Her original intention was to avoid getting involved with the devil, only hoping that Lena wouldn’t humiliate her like yesterday. However, her ambiguous words conveyed a different meaning to Agnes.
Combined with Ling Ling’s words and Angel’s testimony, Agnes was convinced that Lena was a two-timing heartbreaker.
Tsk! Scum! Player!
Having one at home while eyeing another, not only unappreciative, but also pitting the two betrayed girls against each other, even unifying them against a common enemy.
What else was there to say?
Agnes hated people who weren’t faithful in relationships, regardless of gender. Cheating was wrong!
She had to lecture Lena! Punish her severely!
Agnes’s eyes darted around, a plan forming in her mind.
“Your name is Ling Ling, right?”
“Eh? Y-yes, teacher.” Ling Ling was timid, but she felt a sense of closeness to Agnes.
“Good. Do you want to reconcile with your Miss?” Agnes coaxed gently. She could see that this little fox girl held a special significance for Lena, so targeting this might be effective.
But before that…
Agnes felt a sudden chill rising from her heels, spreading to the top of her head.
She looked at Lena with difficulty. Lena was smiling coldly, leaning against the wall, silent.
And Angel remained as silent as ever, seemingly having become withdrawn after encountering Lena in the hallway, not at all like her usual cheerful and innocent idol persona.
Angel used to greet her sweetly!
What was wrong now…?
Oh, she must be heartbroken, unable to recover.
Love was truly a terrifying thing.
Agnes, as a single noble, had been pursued before, but it never amounted to anything.
As she would say now: Why bother with romance at such a young age? Focusing on her teaching career was the most important thing! If she worked hard to improve her professional rank, wouldn’t beautiful girls flock to her?
That made sense, mm-hmm!
“Lena, are you listening?” Agnes asked cautiously, afraid of angering Lena and being sent to meet the King of Hell.
Dying young would be such a pity!
“…”
“I’m going to have a private chat with your little maid. You don’t mind, do you…”
Good, her eyes were practically shooting daggers.
Her sharp gaze seemed to want to incinerate the excess fabric on Agnes’s body, leaving only a smooth, jade-like, alluring form for her to admire.
Agnes gulped.
Her seniority didn’t seem to have any effect on Lena, and she was even at a disadvantage in terms of professional rank.
Having lost two of her advantages, Agnes felt unprecedented pressure.
And the most frustrating thing was, no one had told her that Lena was actually a sixth-rank Necromancer!
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