Chapter 66: Word Spirit Magic
The initial members of the Dove’s Flock were mostly decided during the return trip.
Besides Young Master Caramy, the professional lackey planted beside the princess, the rest were carefully selected by Lena.
The two sisters from the Crimson Nunnery, the future Saintess of the Holy Inquisition…
And Mines, the enigmatic master of firearms, her background and profession shrouded in mystery.
The Dove’s Flock was beginning to take shape.
New blood would surely join their ranks, perhaps the bookish Vanessa, or the arrogant little princess. Lena would personally vet these two important candidates.
This was the part Lena enjoyed the most, like opening a blind box, an opportunity not to be missed.
Hmm, who should she start with…
Entering the classroom and finding a quiet spot, Lena saw a familiar face.
Her nose held high, the petite princess always walked in this childish and ridiculous manner, showcasing her royal demeanor, often tripping and falling in the process.
Fortunately, she didn’t need to watch where she was going; her attendants cleared the path, pushing aside the eager crowd.
“Make way, make way! Her Highness the Princess is here, everyone step aside!”
Caramy struggled to manage the enthusiastic students.
They all dreamed of joining the princess’s faction, so Diana’s arrival was like a feast for hungry wolves, their eyes gleaming.
Imagine having the backing of the imperial family, their future success guaranteed!
At least a minor official position would be within their grasp!
Any position would do!
The students held up their family heirlooms and magic tools, vying for Diana’s attention.
After all, a good impression meant a better chance, not necessarily to stand out, but just to be better than their competitors.
“Incompetent weaklings, how did things go?”
“Your Highness, I adore you!!”
“…” Diana ignored the outstretched hand, raising an eyebrow, her lips moving as if chanting a spell.
The owner of the hand suddenly clutched his crotch, his face contorted in pain. A foul smell filled the hallway, a murky mixture of liquids and solids dripping down his leg.
“Ugh!”
“Disgusting! How can someone relieve themselves in a world-class magic academy?! So uncivilized!”
“I can’t take it anymore, I’m leaving!”
The crowd parted around the man, their faces filled with disgust.
Caramy and Diana, who had clearly enjoyed the show, had already left, inwardly shocked by the word-spirit magic. If used on him, he would probably kill himself before it even took effect…
“Vanessa agreed to cooperate. We’ve reached an agreement. We’ll meet near the abandoned Necromancy Department building after school. Lena will be there too.”
“Oh, the weakling did a good job.”
Diana yawned, chuckling. “But what does Vanessa’s cooperation have to do with my plan against Lena?”
“Of course, it’s related, my dear princess.”
Caramy never forgot to flatter her.
In his eyes, Diana was no longer that arrogant little devil. The power she had casually displayed, the magic that controlled his body, was comparable to any elemental mage, almost as terrifying as Lena!
After all, the ability to control others’ actions was incredibly powerful in a one-on-one situation, practically unstoppable unless countered by a specific profession. Otherwise, the entire academy could become this little devil’s playground.
“Centaurs are known for their virility, and the Centaur King’s member is over two meters long. The incense made from its dried and ground genitals is colorless, odorless, and insoluble in water. Making Lena consume it won’t be easy, but with Vanessa’s spatial magic, we can transfer the incense directly into Lena’s stomach. She’ll be consumed by lust, unable to use magic, and that’s when Your Highness can strike.”
Seize the opportunity! Control Lena!
Spring the trap! Crush the little devil!
Perfect!
Caramy elaborated on the plan, not noticing Diana’s furrowed brows and pursed lips, a hint of disdain in her expression. “What if it fails? Have you considered the consequences? Can you withstand Lena’s wrath? Or did you not even consider the cost of failure…”
“Failure?” Caramy’s heart tightened, and he quickly forced a smile. “I have complete confidence in my incense, Your Highness, please…”
Diana raised her chin, interrupting him. “Lena is a rank six professional. With our current strength, challenging her head-on would only result in our deaths. Even if she doesn’t dare touch me, what if she humiliates me?”
Diana would rather die than be humiliated.
Her innate pride made her fearless against any enemy, but she couldn’t bear the shame of defeat, preferring death.
“Rest assured, Your Highness, I will defend your honor with my life!” Caramy declared.
Diana’s ponytail twitched. “Idiot! Are you hoping I’ll be captured and tortured by Lena?! Weakling, idiot!!”
“No, no…”
“Then come up with a better plan, or your family will receive your dismembered corpse!”
A sweet, childish voice delivered a deadly threat.
Caramy panicked.
He was trapped, doomed either way. Lena had given him an impossible task…
“Ah… ah, I’ve got it!”
Desperate, Caramy disregarded the risks, prioritizing his own survival.
“Your Highness can bring the Imperial Guard! With such powerful backup, how would Lena dare touch you? If she did, it would be an act of defiance against the empire! Disrespecting the Empress! She would be sentenced to death!”
“No, the Imperial Guard can’t be mobilized so easily! Even I need a valid reason.” Diana pouted, her ponytail bouncing. “And she can’t die, she’s my toy, my dog. How can I have fun if she’s dead?!”
Diana only wanted revenge for the arena incident, not to take a life.
She wasn’t as cruel as Lena; she was quite lenient with her subordinates.
No beatings, no punishments, just a quiet disposal, feeding them to monsters, a valuable death, a clean end.
The more beautiful the toy, the more valuable it was. And someone like Lena, a walking disaster, it would be a waste to let her die.
If she could break Lena’s spirit and then conquer her physically, the sense of accomplishment would be immense.
Diana sighed dreamily, a smile playing on her lips, lost in her fantasy.
The humiliation would be exquisite! Such humiliation was only worthwhile when inflicted on the right person!
Senior Weakling~ don’t you agree?~
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