Category: Second Time Around, the Villainous Daughter Decides to Indulge First

Chapter 75: I Confess, I Have Sinned

“No need, thank you. We have the scroll, let’s go.”

Lena watched the numbers on her card decrease, wincing slightly.

The Hat-Wearing Merchants’ goods were truly expensive; a tenth of her private funds had vanished.

A bunch of greedy mushroom profiteers!

Just loving that markup!

Although she wasn’t really in a position to criticize…

“Senior Weakling, wait for me!”

Diana hurried after Lena, afraid of being left behind. “What do we do now?”

She treated Lena as the leader, even though this whole situation was her fault. But at least someone was taking charge.

Lena was so much stronger than her, and so nice, she felt a sense of security!

Diana clenched her fist, poking Lena’s waist with her thumb. It was firm and supple, she could even feel the distinct lines of muscle.

Abs?

Diana tilted her head, confused.

Could girls have abs?

So sexy…

Let’s touch again…

“Let’s go back to the hotel.” Lena pinched Diana’s bottom, the feeling quite pleasant. With a little development, it would be even better. She was already looking forward to it. “Since we’re already here, wouldn’t you like to stay the night? I heard the sunrise view from Smith Lake Hotel is world-renowned. I believe I’m worthy of spending the night with Your Highness, just the two of us…”

“Eh?” Diana flinched, her hand retracting from Lena’s waist. Her bottom, never before touched, tingled, a wave of heat rushing through her body.

“Don’t touch… Senior Weakling… M-mmm?~”

Diana blushed, trying to regain her composure and retort with her usual condescending tone, but her gaze faltered, her words failing her…

Diana suddenly remembered the times she had, using her status and age, trampled on Lena, making Lena eat her white-stockinged feet, a humiliating act that couldn’t be easily forgiven. She had to do something to make amends, at least offer a proper apology.

She didn’t want to be left alone here!

“Why aren’t you moving?” Lena, still wondering, looked down at Diana’s feet.

The thin white stockings were torn, revealing the delicate skin beneath, dirty and unprotected. How had she endured walking like this for so long?

Was this why she had asked to be carried?

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Lena frowned, a strange feeling rising within her. She crouched down. “Lift your foot, let me check.”

“It hurts…”

Diana was reluctant. Lena’s kindness only intensified her guilt.

The passerby, the receptionist, and now Lena, all showing her concern, never once treating her as a burden..

And yet, she had been so rude to Lena…

She was such a terrible person!

“It’s just a small scrape, nothing serious.” Lena told Diana to wait, then vanished in a puff of black mist.

Diana fidgeted nervously, her hands clasped in front of her chest, afraid that Lena wouldn’t return. “Senior Weakling… Lena, you didn’t say when you’d be back… waaaah… Lena…”

Her ponytail drooped, her shoulders trembling.

Diana looked hopefully in the direction Lena had disappeared, but there was nothing but the lingering black mist.

Surrounded by darkness, in an unfamiliar place, she seemed to be lost.

“Lena! Don’t scare me, you know I’m a scaredy-cat, Lena, come out, I’m scared, waaaah…”

The night was long and silent.

Darkness amplified her fear, the clear starry sky like a glittering jewel, but Diana was in no mood to admire it.

The moon lit her path, and Diana followed her own footprints, believing that as long as she kept going in the same direction, they would reunite soon, and she could rely on Lena again.

“My feet hurt… I should have retrieved my shoes…”

But what else could she do? She was too scared to stay put, and her Word Spirit Magic was useless in this deserted place. She could only endure the pain and continue walking. “Lena… Lena, don’t leave me alone… waaaah… I won’t insult you anymore… You know I didn’t mean those things… Lena, come out… ah!”

Something brushed past her foot.

Cold and moving!

Diana froze, her mind blank…

Walking in the dark, unable to see the path ahead, brought clarity, like someone suddenly maturing after the death of a loved one, the wounds in their heart breaking and healing.

Diana confessed sincerely, tears streaming down her face. “If you appear before me right now, I… I’ll listen to you…”

“Really?”

Lena appeared behind Diana, a smile on her face, her red lips, coated in shimmering lip gloss, standing out in the darkness.

She scooped Diana up into her arms, whispering in her ear, “You said it yourself, you can’t go back on your word.”

“Lena, waaaah… Senior Weakling… waaaah…”

Diana cried without restraint. After all, who would bother with decorum when truly scared? It was better to just cry it out.

Lena carried the small princess through the darkness, the crunching sound of twigs under her feet making Diana tremble.

But the warmth of Lena’s body against her cheek calmed her, dispelling her fear.

This sense of security was something Diana had never experienced before.

Having grown up alone in a cold and empty mansion, with only cold, indifferent maids and a powerful butler for company, Lena’s embrace filled the void of maternal love in her life, touching the softest part of her heart.

So warm…

Lena’s heartbeat was also soothing, a steady rhythm like a drum.

The best way to subdue a little devil was to make her feel guilty and dependent, then tear down her facade and teach her a lesson, showing her the true power of an adult.

…

Lena carried Diana back to the Smith Lake Hotel, presenting the Falmouth Obsidian Card to the awestruck receptionist, then chose a southeast-facing couple’s suite, walking towards the staircase.

The spiral staircase, thanks to the local environment, was made of high-quality wood.

Combined with goblin technology and dwarven craftsmanship, the hotel had a unique and modern style, popular among young people. Lena opened the door and locked it, her movements practiced and familiar.

Chapter 74: The Traveling Hat-Wearing Merchants

“Don’t be angry, I was just kidding. You’re such a grown-up, you shouldn’t be so petty with a child like me.” Diana didn’t want to lose her current support, so she had to lower her proud head…

Wait, Lena didn’t have any magic power now, why should she lower her head?

How strange?

“Hey! I’m tired!” Diana stopped, spreading her arms, and whispered, “Carry me…”

“What?” Lena turned around.

“I said carry me! I’m the Imperial Princess, and you’re just a noble. You wouldn’t want to miss such a flattering opportunity, right? I’ll let you take advantage of me, even though you’re just a weakling! Hmph!” Diana puffed out her cheeks, raising her arms, waiting for Lena to bend down so she could jump on her back.

But Lena didn’t obey, instead holding out her hand, refusing coldly. “Sorry, I can’t.”

“Why, why, why, why?! I’m the Imperial Princess!”

“Right now, you’re just a brat, it’s that simple.”

Lena continued walking, finally finding the colorful mushroom house at the end of the night market.

This was the territory of the Hat-Wearing Merchants. These foreigners had access to goods that other merchants couldn’t match, and Lena was looking for something specific.

“You want to buy a spatial scroll?”

A red mushroom poked its head out from the dark mushroom house. “We do have those, but do you have enough money? You can also trade with mushrooms, but it has to be Golden Mushrooms from the Vassa Rainforest. One Golden Mushroom for ten scrolls, a great deal, do you have any?”

The Hat-Wearing Merchants loved mushrooms; even their houses, bodies, and lifestyles were intertwined with mushrooms.

They were originally Spore Mushroom people, living in humid rainforests, but they loved traveling and seeing new sights, so they carried their mushroom houses and embarked on journeys around the world.

To resupply, they would purchase local specialties at each destination and sell them in other countries. Over time, their mushroom houses became filled with rare items, quickly sold out upon arrival, earning them favor in many isolated countries, where they were affectionately known as the “Hat-Wearing Merchants.”

They were a relatively neutral race.

And the one Lena encountered now was just one of many, let’s call him Red Mushroom Head.

“He’s asking you, do you have any money?” Diana whispered. “If you try to steal, the Hat-Wearing Merchants will cut off your little finger, it’s super painful!”

As if reliving a traumatic experience, Diana’s face scrunched up, looking adorable.

“I don’t have any money on me,” Lena shrugged. “Who carries around a bunch of cash? It’s too troublesome…”

“Ah? Then what do we do?” Diana was disheartened; she desperately wanted to go home, her feet aching from walking so much.

“Use your Word Spirit Magic.” Lena offered a mischievous suggestion, a wicked smile on her face. “Command him to hand over the spatial scrolls, then we use them to escape. Even with all their abilities, they can’t chase us back to the empire…”

“Good idea!”

Diana eagerly rolled up her sleeves, ready to act.

Lena quickly stopped her, sighing and rubbing her forehead. “I was just kidding, you’re actually going to do it…? Can we even afford to offend the Hat-Wearing Merchants?”

“Why not?”

Diana clearly didn’t realize the gravity of the situation, her large eyes blinking innocently. “Aren’t they just a bunch of smelly mushrooms?”

“Quiet, you little devil!”

Lena’s heart almost leaped out of her chest. She hurriedly pulled Diana aside.

“Do you even know their average rank before saying such things? Each one of them is rank four or above, and they have connections with each other. If one is harmed, all the Hat-Wearing Merchants within a thousand miles will know. Do you want to be targeted by an entire race and placed on their blacklist?!”

Not only that, the Hat-Wearing Merchants also spread deadly spores that clung to objects and people. If someone tried to rob them, the spores would activate, resulting in mutual destruction.

The finger-bone necklaces they wore, made from various races, served as a warning…

“So, why would we break a rule that has stood for centuries? Stop your nonsense, this isn’t the Imperial City.”

Lena’s tone was slightly harsh, revealing information Diana had never heard before.

She comforted the almost-crying Diana. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any money, but I have something else to offer.”

“What is it?”

Diana rubbed her red eyes, the darkness of the night making her instinctively lean closer to Lena, hugging her arm. “Senior Weakling, don’t disappear on me, what if you get lost? You’re so unreliable…”

“Silly, just say you’re scared.”

Lena chuckled, holding up a shimmering crystal card, her lips curving into a smile. “This is a Gemstone Obsidian Card, issued by the Falmouth family. It’s accepted worldwide, with a maximum credit limit of two hundred thousand gold coins. There are only thirty in circulation, and as the heir to the Falmouth family, my father gave it to me as a birthday present.”

“So pretty!”

Diana was captivated by the card’s crystal-like appearance.

A translucent black, intricately crafted with magic runes and engravings.

Exquisite, like a work of art!!

Was the designer a genius?!

Diana forgot her fear, toying with the Obsidian Card, seemingly mesmerized. “How did the Falmouth family get this?”

Lena chuckled. “It seems Your Highness is still quite ignorant. The Falmouths are the largest import and export company in the Almeria Empire. Our business isn’t limited to domestic minerals, scrolls, mercenaries, magic technology…”

As one of the empire’s three pillars, they naturally had some influence.

If the General hadn’t retired and withdrawn from politics, the Falmouths would have been on the empire’s impeachment list long ago.

Diana gasped. “Isn’t that monopolization?! You’re so evil!”

Lena smiled noncommittally. “Don’t say such things, Your Highness. Just understand that money is money, dirty, black, or clean, it’s all the same, no shame in it…”

Returning to the Hat-Wearing Merchant’s mushroom house, Lena presented the Obsidian Card.

Red Mushroom Head’s previously indifferent attitude changed instantly. He respectfully accepted the card, placing his business card on it with his cylindrical hand. “One group teleportation scroll, one disposable energy shield. Besides these, do you require anything else, ‘Good Thing’?”

“Good Thing” was the Hat-Wearing Merchants’ term for valued customers; the opposite was “Bad Thing.”

“Good Things” were worth befriending, “Bad Things” had to be eliminated!

The moment Lena pulled out the card, Red Mushroom Head had classified her as a high-value client, his attitude naturally changing.

Chapter 73: Strolling Through the Night Market

“Lena Falmouth.”

“Correct! Here’s a little red flower for you, sweetie!”

Lena plucked a wildflower and tucked it into Diana’s hair, her voice gentle. “But I still prefer the unruly you, please revert back.”

“Ugh… waaaah…”

“Oh?”

Tears streamed down Diana’s face like broken pearls. She turned to Lena, showing her tear-stained face.

“Why are you crying?” Lena was taken aback, then amused. “I wasn’t even angry after you bullied me, and now you’re playing the victim.”

Seriously, she had met a real drama queen today.

“I couldn’t help it…”

Diana’s voice was hoarse, and she wiped her tears, but they were quickly replaced by new ones, blurring her vision.

“What else could I do?!”

She wailed, burying her face in Lena’s chest, soaking Lena’s clothes with her tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bully you, I just, just…”

Regret washed over her. Perhaps Diana just wanted attention, hence her attention-seeking behavior.

It was related to her upbringing and her environment.

Diana’s apology to Lena showed her inherent goodness, but her status meant she was surrounded by sycophants, shaping her into the little devil she was now.

“This is so unlike you, I’m not used to it.”

Lena chuckled awkwardly, unsure how to comfort her.

So, she took the tearful princess for a walk, a change of scenery.

Two enemies from her past life now in this awkward situation, was this a test for Lena?

This was turning into a comedy…

“There’s a goblin selling fireworks up ahead, want to take a look?” Lena’s gaze focused on the orange glow in the distance, where a small goblin was peddling prohibited “firework bombs.”

The small but intelligent goblins possessed the most advanced brains and magic technology, always coming up with innovative inventions. The “firework bomb” was one of them.

“Mm…”

Diana sniffled, agreeing.

Her docile demeanor was a stark contrast to her usual arrogant self.

Lena almost rolled her eyes.

Forget it.

Rubbing her temples, Lena reluctantly took on the role of the princess’s babysitter…

She would definitely charge Diana for this later. Wait, what was she originally planning to do?

Uh…

She couldn’t say.

Plans never survived contact with reality, just like Diana’s tears, a rare sight, a form of punishment for the arrogant little devil.

It wasn’t a true victory, but there would be plenty of opportunities later.

Lena was still curious about Diana’s death in her past life, determined to find the answer herself.

…

The night market bustled with activity, the crowds adding to the lively atmosphere.

Located on an island in the middle of a famous scenic lake, the night market was a prime location for merchants, who flocked here, paying their stall fees for the right to… well, do business.

“Take a look, have a look, guaranteed no fakes, come, come, make your money work for you.”

A foreign merchant with a clay teapot on his head shouted enthusiastically, his stall displaying rows of colorful pottery jars.

It was said that lucky people could find valuable treasures inside. Lena hadn’t tried it; it was probably a scam.

But Diana seemed fascinated, her tears forgotten, her beautiful violet eyes sparkling in the light of the night market.

“What’s that? And that, and that!” She excitedly tugged at Lena’s hand, pointing at everything, her eyes filled with curiosity. “So many things I’ve never seen before, this place is amazing!”

“All night markets are the same, don’t be so surprised.”

Lena briefly educated the sheltered princess, then approached a stall, asking casually, “Any scrolls?”

“Virility Scrolls, guaranteed to keep your lover going all night long!”

“Do I look like someone with kidney deficiency?” Lena pointed at herself, her eyes narrowing.

“Quack?”

A long beak quacked in confusion, the stall owner paddling in a square pool, his body rotating like a fish out of water.

His gaze landed on Diana, then on their linked arms. “Ah! I know what you need!”

He quickly dove underwater.

The clever walrus-man retrieved a popular item for human women from a giant clam shell.

As he proudly presented it to Lena, Diana suddenly reacted, kicking the pink, phallic object back into the water, her face flushing. “Let’s go! This person is weird! Huff, huff, huff—”

“Quack? Is it too small, quack?”

The walrus-man scratched his head, not bothering to persuade them.

Strange female humans, male humans were much easier to fool, buying Virility Scrolls in bulk…

“Senior, why did you take me to that stall?!”

Diana pulled away from Lena, embarrassed and annoyed. “Idiot, Senior, you big idiot.”

“Not calling me ‘weakling’ anymore? Senior Weakling? Hmm?”

Lena deliberately teased her, enjoying Diana’s flustered expression.

Diana, of course, wouldn’t back down, giggling. “Weakling, weakling~ Do I have to use this tone for Senior Weakling to listen?~ You’re such a pervert~ how disgusting~”

“…” That’s the spirit.

This was how Diana had taunted her every day in her past life. It had been so long, she almost had PTSD…

However, the little devil’s taunts went unanswered, and she became annoyed.

“Boring! I hate you!”

Diana bit her lip, her violet eyes shimmering.

Why, oh why, was this person so impervious to her teasing?!

It was like stopping midway through, like someone getting interrupted during a private moment.

Diana felt frustrated, like she had been played by Lena.

“How are we getting home?”

Hand in hand, Diana strolled through the night market, looking at Lena’s profile with concern.

Her features were soft and gentle. Lena was the most beautiful person Diana had ever met, and also the most enigmatic.

“We’re not going to be stuck here, are we? Do you have a glass bird? Hey, Lena…”

Her voice trailed off, unanswered.

Lena seemed to be ignoring her, leading her through the various stalls, like a background actor going through the motions.

Chapter 72: This Feels Strange

“Huff… huff…”

Slightly tired.

Diana’s stamina was lacking, but her mouth never stopped, her mocking gaze flickering with a hint of madness.

“Why isn’t Senior Weakling saying anything? Could it be that the legendary Lena, known for her countless conquests, is ashamed of being pushed down by a junior? Pfft, hahaha~ Senior Weakling, smelling my fragrant shoes, are you feeling a little excited?~”

Her sharp voice rose a few octaves.

Diana pressed her entire body against Lena’s face.

Her beautiful, lacy lolita shoe covered Lena’s nose and mouth, forcing her to breathe the air trapped inside, filled with the scent of a young girl’s sweat.

The shoe, with its hint of leather, smelled nice, but Lena couldn’t speak.

Her vision was blocked by the white stocking, and the large lolita skirt covered her upper body.

From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like a little girl relieving herself, no one noticing the beautiful woman lying beneath her.

A face-sitting position.

“Senior~ Weakling Big Sister~ Why are you so cowardly and submissive, just like those other people?~”

“Are you really that strong? Where’s your adult demeanor? If you’re just a scaredy-cat like them, you might as well go back to your mother’s womb. Show me some more of that frustrated, helpless expression, the kind you make when struggling in a muddy swamp… at least try to excite me, Senior Weakling~”

The pampered princess had no concept of restraint.

She was the Empress’s precious jewel, the admired Imperial Flower, standing high above, looking down on the masses like ants. One stomp of her foot, and the world trembled, the ants silent and still.

There was nothing in this world that Diana couldn’t obtain.

Money, power, strength… she had it all, effortlessly.

Countless people offered her everything ordinary people pursued their entire lives, trying to curry favor, but she disdained them. She could see through their greedy facades, their desire for gain, not submission, their faces disgusting and repulsive.

Diana was used to everyone obeying her.

But the emptiness within her hadn’t disappeared, like a potion missing a crucial ingredient, its potency lost.

[I command you to kiss my foot right now.]

Magic power drained.

Diana felt her body lighten, a sense of emptiness washing over her. “Why does commanding Senior Weakling require so much magic power?!”

This wasn’t right. Even with the difference in rank, wasn’t Lena’s magic power depleted?

Surprised, she looked down at Lena.

Her fair skin and beautiful face, her long legs trembling slightly, her soft gray hair spread out like a fan, her hand covering her face, like a courtesan weeping in the arms of a wealthy patron, helpless and ashamed.

“Damn it! Give me back my magic power! You tricked me! You’re perfectly fine!”

Diana accused, but her thoughts quickly vanished.

It was Lena.

Lena had followed the command of her Word Spirit Magic.

Following the instructions to the letter, she cupped Diana’s feet in her hands, tentatively touching them.

She didn’t care if Diana liked it or not; she was the one enjoying it.

Tsk, tsk.

Lena paused, her eyes filled with a seductive charm.

“Finished kissing?” Diana covered her toes, glaring at Lena.

“Finished playing?” Lena asked calmly, her smile widening.

“You tricked me! You big meanie! You owe me new stockings!”

“How about I offer myself as compensation? Would Your Highness accept me…?” Lena’s voice was soft and seductive, like teasing a cat. “Mm, I’ve memorized everything Your Highness said. I’ll bring an umbrella when it rains, and I won’t eat garbage from the ground, please…”

A sudden chill ran down Diana’s spine.

“Y-you! Stay away from me!”

“Why? Why would Your Highness be afraid of someone powerless and magic-less? Am I ugly? Am I dangerous?” Lena chuckled, watching Diana run away barefoot.

Beautiful.

A terrifying beauty.

Diana wasn’t sure if Lena had recovered her strength, but just in case, she couldn’t risk getting close.

“Hmph~ Senior Weakling thinks she’s won? Weakling, weakling! Senior Lena, you big weakling!!”

Diana ran away, shouting from a distance.

Her voice was loud, attracting the attention of couples strolling along the main road, who looked curiously at the barefoot little girl.

Diana, startled like a rabbit, blushed, her hands nervously fidgeting with her skirt. “I… I…”

“Little sister, did you have a fight with your boyfriend? It’s okay, I’ll help you talk to him,” a kind-looking woman stopped and said.

“No, I’m not…”

“Hmm? You didn’t have a fight?”

“I… she… we’re not like that…” Diana’s face flushed, her words jumbled. “Ahhh, weakling, go away, mind your own business! Shoo, shoo!”

Diana was startled by the stranger’s enthusiasm.

What was this strange custom?

Why weren’t they afraid of her?!

Indeed, without her status as Imperial Princess, many things felt different.

People were still paying attention to her, but unlike those with ulterior motives, these people were more genuine, their kindness and concern bringing her a sense of happiness she had never experienced before.

“Ugh…”

Diana realized she had spoken wrongly, but her pride prevented her from apologizing.

A strange sense of shame washed over her, like she had misjudged a good person.

“Since you’re okay, we’ll be going. Be careful, little sister, and make up with your boyfriend soon…” The woman and her partner left, looking back with concern.

This only intensified Diana’s guilt. She watched them leave, her nose stinging.

“Guess who~ A prize for the correct answer~”

Lena covered her eyes from behind, pulling her close, Diana’s head nestled between Lena’s ample breasts, her laughter echoing. “The dignified Imperial Princess actually feeling sentimental for these insignificant people? Am I in the wrong place? Haha…”

Chapter 71: How Disgusting~

“Ah…it’s so expensive…” Diana mumbled, her small hand clutching her empty pocket. “C-can you give me a discount? Just a little, please, weakling sisters?~ Pretty please?~”

“Prices are the same everywhere, sweetie~ If you don’t have money, you can ask the grown-up who brought you~” the receptionist replied with a smile.

In their eyes, Diana was just a playful child.

Although lacking in manners, calling them “weaklings,” she was undeniably cute.

Her beauty was captivating, like a delicate porcelain doll.

How could such a cute little thing exist?!

They wanted to take her home and raise her as their own daughter!

In the end, Diana couldn’t afford a room.

She didn’t use her Word Spirit Magic either. After all, she was the Imperial Princess, using it on harmless civilians would be beneath her, and if she lost control, it could damage her brain, ruining her reputation.

Although her reputation wasn’t exactly stellar…

Diana carried Lena out of the hotel, finding a secluded spot. She nudged Lena’s body with her foot; the warmth indicated Lena was still alive.

“Senior Weakling’s stamina is so weak, collapsing like that. It’s about time you woke up… Um… I don’t have any money for a room, and I can’t use Word Spirit Magic on them, so wake up and help me think of a solution! I don’t want to sleep under a bridge! I heard it’s full of smelly homeless people covered in sores, and they’ll eat anyone who trespasses!”

Unfamiliar with her surroundings, Diana’s mood had soured, and the encounter with the receptionists had only worsened it. She felt exhausted.

She wanted to sleep…

She wanted to go home…

Sleep in her soft bed… mmm…

Why wasn’t Lena waking up? Was she seriously injured…? There were no external wounds… it must be internal injuries… it must hurt a lot… she hated pain the most…

For some reason, Diana no longer wanted to bully Lena.

She crouched beside Lena, looking at her beautiful face, her voice softening. “If you wake up now, I might, maybe, perhaps be willing to be your friend, hmph, only for one minute! If you miss this chance, I’m leaving you here! You’re such a burden! Calling me a child! Weakling, weakling~ stupid weakling big sister…”

She took out the two Centaur Incense pills.

Their dangerous brownish-red glow hinted at their true purpose, but before she could use them, their situation changed drastically with a flash of spatial magic.

It seemed they wouldn’t be needed anymore.

Diana sat down dejectedly, swinging her feet, raising her arm…

“It would be a waste to throw away such good stuff.”

A hand reached out, snatching the pills.

“Ah! Lena, you’re awake?! Are you really okay?!”

Diana’s excitement made her forget her usual insults, jumping up.

She touched Lena’s face, soft and supple, it was real!

“Would I lie?”

Lena’s voice sounded weak, like a recovering patient, her usual terrifying aura gone. “Help me up… that shouldn’t be difficult for the benevolent Imperial Flower… Oh no! My magic power is depleted! This is bad! (whispering)”

Oh?

Diana’s eyes lit up. Depleted magic power meant…?

“Hmph~ Weakling, weakling~ Big sister’s weak body can’t even compare to a child, how pathetic~”

Diana giggled, covering her mouth.

But her fingers didn’t completely hide her mocking smile and the arrogance typical of her age.

“Since Senior Weakling can’t get up, I’ll have to lend a hand… pfft~ just kidding~” “Huh? Did you really think you could touch my precious hand? How disgusting~ weakling, weakling~ perverted lesbian big sister~”

A barrage of insults followed Diana’s laughter, her violet eyes filled with disdain.

Diana seemed to have forgotten her previous predicament, the threat of sleeping under a bridge. Lena’s awakening was the perfect outlet for her emotions, especially since Lena’s “injuries” seemed serious, unable to even use a simple spell…

Without magic power, wouldn’t Lena be at her mercy?

It must have been Vanessa’s spatial magic that had drained Lena’s power. Now her Word Spirit Magic was guaranteed to work. Even if Lena tried to fight back, she could easily dispel it.

A magic-less Necromancer versus a Word Spirit user with full magic power.

Although the difference in rank was significant, she had the advantage!

Such a perfect opportunity, she had to take advantage of it!

“Pfft~ Senior Weakling is so weak~ But, since you gave me the pinwheel, I’ll graciously let you use my leg to stand up~ Be careful, don’t touch anywhere else~ If I catch you enjoying it, I’ll be angry~ weakling, weakling~”

The series of events had frustrated her, and now, finally having a chance to vent, Diana felt a surge of satisfaction.

She even deliberately nudged Lena’s face with her heel, grinding it against Lena’s soft cheek, crushing the adult’s dignity beneath her foot!

How delightful~

Still not satisfied, Diana took off her lolita shoe and threw it at Lena’s face, the opening facing her nose, the faint scent of her sweat surprisingly sweet.

“I think Senior Weakling must be craving this~ Don’t look at me like a creep, I take good care of my feet, this is a great reward, so enjoy it~ pervert~”

Diana then placed her small, stocking-clad foot on Lena’s soft belly, like a masseuse, but using her foot, her gaze filled with disdain for the client.

“Does it taste good?”

Her white-stockinged foot drew closer, the translucent fabric revealing her healthy, pink toes, tempting one to take a bite.

In Diana’s eyes, this was the ultimate humiliation for Lena.

After all, being stepped on and insulted by a younger student, no one could possibly enjoy that, right?

Right?

Pfft, how disgusting~

Chapter 70: The Despair Between Mortals and Geniuses

“Damn it, are we too late again?”

“Don’t worry, they haven’t left yet, let’s ask first…” Calsas looked at the Rotten Wood Carpet floating in the sky, waving and shouting, “Vanessa!”

“…”

Vanessa seemed reluctant, but she slowly descended, landing before them.

Calsas extended his hand as if greeting an old friend. “It’s been a while, Vanessa. Uh… where’s Miss Hero?”

“She had some matters to attend to and couldn’t make it. She said she’ll arrive in a week and asked me to come to the academy first to smooth things over for her enrollment…”

Vanessa explained slowly, sighing. “Calsas, it’s over. Even if you want to rejoin the hero’s party, you need everyone’s approval. I can’t make that decision alone.”

“No, you misunderstand, we’re here for the Imperial Princess.”

Calsas didn’t seem annoyed or avoidant of the past. His magnanimous demeanor was surprising. “Have you seen Her Highness? She seems to have encountered some trouble, and we’re looking for her.”

Vanessa’s expression remained unchanged, staring at the talented young man for a few seconds before replying, “No.”

“Thank you for your answer. Give my regards to Miss Hero.”

“Mm, I will. She always blames herself for your departure. I’ve tried to persuade her countless times, but she’s like a block of ice, completely unmoved…”

Hearing this, Calsas loosened the button on his wrist. “Those who shoulder heavy responsibilities work tirelessly. True strength isn’t achieved overnight… Miss Hero’s will is the strongest I’ve ever seen, and it’s my goal to emulate her.”

“I’ll convey your praise to her.”

“Hehehe, it’s not praise, it’s the truth.”

“Goodbye.”

“Farewell.”

Calsas waved slightly, watching the trail of magic smoke from Vanessa’s carpet disappear into the night sky.

Caramy finally had a chance to breathe after the important conversation between the two “big shots.” “Hey, did she lie? I feel like something’s not right…”

Calsas’s sharp eyes, like a hawk’s, narrowed slightly. “She did.”

“Damn it! Why didn’t you expose her?!”

Caramy cursed. The plan hadn’t even begun, and now the princess was missing, and Lena was nowhere to be found. Who would bear the empire’s wrath…?

Thinking of his role in this, Caramy felt a wave of panic.

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Had Lena sold him out?

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

“Exposing her wouldn’t be helpful. If everyone lied, the world would be silent. Exposing a lie only leads to awkwardness and distance, not what I desire.”

Calsas put one hand in his pocket, his handsome face carrying a hint of world-weariness, like an old sailor who had weathered countless storms.

Caramy thought Calsas’s cool demeanor was annoying, but he couldn’t retort, feeling like an ignorant, uneducated playboy.

Which he was…

After a moment of silence, Calsas continued, “…Besides, with lies piling upon lies, even the most energetic person will eventually tire. Why not try to believe? What do you think, Caramy?”

Calsas met Caramy’s gaze, then looked away.

In that brief moment, Caramy felt like he had lost.

Completely seen through, utterly defeated…

Did he know everything?

Caramy stared blankly.

Calsas patted Caramy’s shoulder, his voice light and airy. “Don’t worry, as long as others don’t harm me, I’ll treat them with kindness. Peace is always the best option, Caramy, you should understand this. Just pretend I wasn’t here, that I never came.”

The mature young genius from the elite class left.

Caramy felt the gap between them once more.

Was there truly such a vast difference between mortals and geniuses…?

He murmured to the starlit sky, standing there for a long time before turning and leaving the rooftop.

…

At the same time,

Diana struggled to drag the “corpse” into the hotel. She approached the front desk, intending to ask for the most luxurious couple’s suite, but her pockets were empty, just like her heart.

“I don’t have any money…”

Diana lowered her head dejectedly. No money, no room, she understood this principle.

“Perhaps I can reveal my royal identity. These weaklings should recognize the Imperial Flower of Almeria. Hmm, let’s try it!”

The receptionist had been watching Diana for a while, giggling secretly. This little girl, struggling to carry a heavy load, her expression determined, was simply too cute…

“Weakling adults! Um… I want a room, for two people, weakling, weakling~ hmph~”

Her small hand reached for the desk, barely able to reach, forming a “V” sign.

Diana tapped the desk haughtily. “Hmph, do you know who I am? I am Princess Diana von Tepes, the renowned Imperial Flower of Almeria! Listen up, commoners, I’m giving you a chance to show your loyalty. I don’t even need your best room, just the second or third best will do. I’ll just stay for one night, and someone will pay tomorrow!”

She didn’t use her Word Spirit Magic.

After all, she was the famous Imperial Princess; how could they not recognize her?

Diana was confident in her fame, not to mention her lolita dress alone was worth a month’s income for this hotel.

“Such a cute little girl, let me give you a hug.”

“Ahhh, I’m dying from cuteness overload!!!”

“Whose child is this?”

The receptionists, their ample bosoms on full display, rushed out from behind the counter, surrounding Diana like tourists at a zoo.

A rare animal on parade.

They pinched her chubby cheeks, stroked her smooth skin, some examining the fabric of her dress, others taking the opportunity to cop a feel, hugging and kissing her.

Overwhelmed by the attention, Diana lost her bearings.

“Stop it! Stop it! I want a room!!”

“Alright, little sister,” the receptionist said with a professional smile. “A standard room is twenty silver coins, a deluxe single room is one gold coin, and a deluxe couple’s suite with a giant slow-play slime waterbed is ten gold coins. One gold coin deposit will be refunded upon checkout with no damages. Please pay the deposit first, little sister.”

“Ah… it’s so expensive…” Diana froze, her small hand clutching her empty pocket. “C-can you give me a discount? Just a little, please, weakling sisters?~ Pretty please?~”

Chapter 69: A Spiteful Decision

Diana crouched in the shadows of the cage.

She hugged her knees, her chin resting on them, her eyes fixed on her toes, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on her delicate skin.

Huh?

Vanessa rubbed her eyes, her expression incredulous. “I checked the rooftop before, there was no one there.”

“Sometimes you should believe in miracles, not your eyes. Magician Lena is skilled at bringing miracles to polite audiences.” Lena raised an eyebrow, her smile wicked and beautiful. “And to perform the next trick, Magician Lena needs the help of a capable assistant…”

Diana seemed to be asleep.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she woke up from her slumber, her elegant lolita dress slightly dusty, adding a touch of earthly beauty.

Confused, Diana looked around frantically, as if unaware of anything amiss. “How did I get… Lena… no! Where’s Senior Weakling?!”

She saw Lena lying in a pool of blood, and Vanessa, her hands covered in blood, her expression blank.

“What… what happened?”

Her mouth opened slightly in shock. Smelling the blood, Diana rushed over, forgetting her usual grace, first checking Lena’s “injuries,” then standing up and confronting Vanessa.

“How could you hurt her? She’s my dog!”

Diana’s childish voice was sharp and shrill. “Although I don’t know how you defeated Lena, the facts speak for themselves. You can’t escape suspicion, even if you’re the hero’s fiancée!”

You don’t have to love, but please don’t hurt.

Diana had finally found the perfect toy, and Vanessa had ruined it… She hadn’t even had a chance to play with Lena yet!

Hmph, annoying.

And Senior Weakling had even given her that interesting pinwheel; she had already forgiven Lena’s rudeness.

Speaking of which, where was the pinwheel?

Huh?

And… how did she get here?

Diana racked her brain, but couldn’t figure it out.

Vanessa, knowing the truth, remained silent, flipping through a book, her gaze unfocused.

“Anyway, you have to compensate me!”

“Huh? Why?” Vanessa closed her book with a snap, her bare feet dangling in the air, kicking impatiently.

“Ahem, I mean…” Diana hesitated. As royalty, she couldn’t afford to offend the hero’s side, but given her personality, she wouldn’t let this go so easily. She softened her tone, saying, “Take us away from here, you can do that, right?”

“Is that part of our agreement?”

“Yes.” Diana remembered their cooperation, nodding. “Caramy should have told you, about the cooperation.”

Vanessa sneered. “Plotting against Lena, and when the plan failed, using spatial magic to escape. Hmph, such underhanded tactics from royalty…”

“You didn’t have to say that last part.”

Diana pouted, inwardly fuming.

Considering Vanessa’s engagement to the hero, she couldn’t openly retaliate. How infuriating.

When had she ever been treated like this?

She would remember this!

“Hurry up, what if it delays her treatment? Can you take responsibility for that?!” Diana could only regain some face by acting like the employer, demanding justice for her beloved “dog.”

“Idiot,” Vanessa rolled her eyes.

Hey, she was the one who started the insults!

Diana’s veins bulged, and she clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. “Stupid weakling!!”

“I don’t talk to creatures lower than the parasitic flies on a Hippora bull.”

She even brought her family into it! How vicious!

Diana retorted, “You’re the same! You’re insulting yourself!”

“Heh.” Vanessa tossed her hair, revealing her pointed ears. “My mother is a noble, pure-blooded flower elf. I’m different from all of you, understand? You little goblin, you should dig a hole and bury yourself, then take a piss and see how stupid you look.”

“Reflect!”

“Idiot.”

“Reflect!”

“Where is your royal dignity? If you have the ability, refute me directly, instead of repeating yourself, you onion-headed dwarf.”

“Waaah… weakling! Don’t insult me, weakling, waaaah…”

Diana’s voice wavered, her imposing presence weakening..

But Vanessa, enjoying her verbal assault, pressed her advantage, her lips curling into a smirk. “Are you a child? Is that all you can say?”

A critical hit!

Being verbally abused…

Diana’s age advantage was useless against someone her own age.

Diana was on the verge of tears.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Crying?” Vanessa lay on her carpet, circling Diana in the air. “Seems like you’re still a child. Do you need a lollipop? Or should I send you home to your mommy?”

Diana wasn’t crying, she just had something in her eye.

Her voice choked with resentment, “Just send me home… no, to the Smith Lake Hotel!”

Hearing this unexpected destination, Vanessa paused, asking hesitantly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Diana blurted out without thinking.

“Alright, I understand.” Vanessa looked at Lena, still lying “dead” on the ground, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, quickly replaced by resolve. “This is Your Highness’s decision, I have no right to interfere… Please step back, long-distance spatial magic requires some preparation.”

“Heave-ho—!”

Diana struggled to lift the “unconscious” Lena, placing Lena’s arm around her neck, then lifting her onto her shoulder. “Stinky weakling, you’re so heavy! I’m taking Lena, you just have to teleport us… Ugh, such a heavy, soft bag, don’t press against me, ugh! Ugh!!”

Lena’s large breasts smothered Diana’s face, her consciousness fading, a natural, faint fragrance filling her nostrils, mixed with the scent of freshly cut grass. If she focused, she could even feel silken ribbons flowing around her, like being immersed in a field of lavender.

It was Lena’s scent, hers alone…

Diana suddenly woke up, the scene around her dreamlike, couples embracing, their fingers intertwined, everything surreal, like a dream.

The moon was bright, the lights twinkling, she was on a small island in the middle of a lake on the border of the Almeria Empire.

This was a famous honeymoon spot, and Diana’s impulsive decision…

“We’re actually here?”

Diana murmured, her surprise turning into panic, her heels stomping the ground.

“I was just being spiteful… how did we actually get here?! Damn you, Vanessa!! Send me back!!!”

…

Chapter 68: Dark Sky 

By the time Caramy and Calsas hurried back, the hallway was deserted, only a lingering fragrance and shattered glass remaining.

They searched every classroom, but found no trace of the princess.

“So, where is she?” Calsas asked, rubbing his forehead, his damp hair clinging to his skin, partially obscuring his dark eyes.

The frantic run after washing his hair had given him a headache, but it was a small price to pay for a harmless lie, well, probably…

“Where is Her Highness?”

Faced with Calsas’s calm question, Caramy’s expression was blank. “I… I don’t know! She was just here, so short, with such short legs, even if she ran, she couldn’t have gone far.”

He gestured, indicating Diana’s height, barely reaching his waist.

Honestly, ridiculously short.

But what could you expect from a ten-year-old girl? It was just that she had enrolled early, which was normal.

Calsas sensed Caramy was flirting with death, but fortunately, Diana wasn’t present, so he let it slide. “…If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”

“Wait, wait! Let’s go to the old teaching building, I think Her Highness might have gone there!”

“…Fine, I don’t mind if this is a lie, but only if Her Highness is safe.” Calsas was surprisingly tolerant of Caramy’s antics, displaying a maturity beyond his years. “After all, it’s not surprising for Her Highness, with her eccentric personality, to appear in strange places. Let’s go and come back quickly.”

Caramy nodded. “I’ll lead the way.”

Calsas: “Please.”

…

The abandoned teaching building, their agreed meeting point, was dilapidated, the surrounding weeds half a person tall, perfect for hide-and-seek.

Vanessa was the first to arrive.

Her long, dark blue hair, reaching the floor, was tied up with a piece of decaying wood the size of a bed, like a flower girl holding a bride’s train. The two ends of the wood held strands of her hair, swaying gently in the wind.

Delicate, colorful jewels adorned her white earlobes, sparkling in the crimson sunset. As darkness approached, they hid among her hair, like tired children returning home, waiting for nightfall.

“So hot, I hate summer…”

Vanessa lay on her flying magic carpet, letting it drift aimlessly, her languid demeanor like a sleepy kitten.

The large mage robes were cumbersome for outdoor activities.

The sun had just set, the temperature hadn’t yet dropped, and Vanessa was already regretting her cooperation with Lena.

“The Rotten Wood Carpet still has some magic power left. If the target doesn’t appear soon, I’m going back… I want to lie on an ice slime’s belly and drink ice milk…”

Anyway, Angel didn’t acknowledge her as her sister, so she might as well give up…

Vanessa’s resolve crumbled; procrastination was always tempting.

She, a homebody, had gone to great lengths for her sister’s sake, braving the heat to complete Lena’s task, and no one had even praised her…

Where were they?!

Had she been stood up?!

Her eyes narrowed, a sudden gust of wind whipping her hair around her face, yet the strands remained firmly attached to the rotten wood.

Vanessa circled the teaching building on her carpet, finally landing on the roof. She looked around, the deserted rooftop empty, the warm summer breeze carrying a chilling touch.

What a creepy place. It was good that she had her carpet, otherwise, she would have been terrified…

The bookish girl stroked her smooth flying carpet.

It was her preferred mode of transportation, a magic-powered vehicle that automatically followed a set route, although it required charging, which was a bit troublesome for lower-ranked professionals, but its performance was excellent. Vanessa couldn’t live without it.

“Tsk, gray-haired devil, was your request just a simple teleportation?”

Of course…

Not.

As if answering Vanessa’s call, Lena walked alone in the twilight.

She opened her arms, embracing the darkness.

Crimson lips, gray eyes, a suffocating aura of death emanating from her with every step.

Her slender legs crossed the overgrown wasteland, bringing with her decay and immortality, her dark magic draining the last vestiges of green, transforming it into a boundless gray domain. Then, her figure disappeared into the shadows…

Vanessa witnessed everything from the rooftop.

This was the power of a rank six Necromancer?

She covered her mouth in shock, her body trembling, unable to escape the terrifying darkness.

The dark curtain of night descended, as if celebrating Lena’s arrival, black clouds rolling in, covering the sky, creating a dim, gray world.

“What kind of magic is this? How can it be so perverse?!”

“It’s called [Dark Sky].”

Lena appeared behind Vanessa, answering her question, then sat down on the Rotten Wood Carpet, wrapping an arm around Vanessa’s waist, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

“Did you miss me? We just saw each other this morning.”

“Let go of my hair, don’t touch!”

“I’ll touch if I want to.” Lena stuck out her tongue, licking a strand of Vanessa’s smooth hair, like a rogue, a very beautiful rogue. “I need your help. Someone wants to kill me, I’m so pitiful, I’m going to die…”

Lena nuzzled against Vanessa’s neck, like a vulnerable joey searching for its mother’s pouch.

Of course, her words weren’t to be taken seriously.

But Vanessa still forced herself to respond politely, “Who would dare kill you? Do they even have the ability?”

“The empire’s precious jewel, why wouldn’t she have the ability? Look for yourself.”

Lena snapped her fingers, and a thick black mist gathered around her finger, condensing into viscous magic, dripping and corroding the ground.

The sizzling sound and the smell were nauseating.

Vanessa pushed Lena’s head away from her neck, her lips pursed. “Stay away from me, you perverted sex fiend. After taking my sister, you want me too? You filthy maggot!”

“Tsk, you’re more self-aware than your sister, but can you resist more fiercely? Your sister put up a much bigger fight, and yet, she still succumbed to desire.”

Lena flicked her wrist, and a black chain materialized from magic, lashing out from the dark sky and slamming into the ground.

A loud crash echoed, like a heavy object hitting the ground.

It was a cage made of black mist.

Like tentacles, the black magic reached out from all directions, converging on the center of the “stage,” but the one who unveiled the curtain wasn’t a clown, but…

Chapter 67: I Command You

Caramy had thought his improvised plan would earn Diana’s praise, but it was dismissed. However, Diana, having convinced herself, approved his plan.

“I agree. I have to admit, you are somewhat useful!”

Diana’s mood was fickle. She playfully patted Caramy’s bottom, like a creepy old man groping a young boy.

“Go, now, bring Calsas to me. You know who I’m talking about.”

“The rising star who keeps winning scholarships, the genius boy said to be the most likely to reach the legendary rank in the history of the empire?”

Caramy had some impression of him.

His family elders always boasted about Calsas’s excellence, prompting Caramy to investigate out of spite. The conclusion was as they said, Calsas was truly strong, talented, intelligent, and driven, a born protagonist. It was a pity he wasn’t the hero; someone else held that title.

So, Diana intended to use Calsas as insurance?

“Mm-hmm, the weakling’s brain isn’t completely useless. Tell him I summoned him, he wouldn’t dare refuse.”

“Yes, Your Highness…”

Caramy left, the empty hallway silent and lonely.

Diana whistled smugly, her violet ponytail shimmering in the setting sun.

Looking out the window, she saw a gray figure approaching, like a descending disaster.

“S-senior Weakling, what is she doing here?! Caramy!! Calsas!! Come back!!”

Diana wanted to find someone, but most of her followers were still maintaining order in the previous classroom, and now even her only reliable subordinate, Caramy, was gone…

She froze.

“…Wait, where am I?”

Her heart raced, the crimson sunset casting a long shadow behind her solitary figure.

“Ca! Ra! My!!! Where the hell did he take me?!”

She gritted her teeth, suppressing her fury as she watched the gray-haired figure approach.

Calm down, she had to stay calm!

What if Caramy hadn’t betrayed her, but had actually gone to get reinforcements? Lena’s appearance was just a coincidence, the plan was still in motion…

After careful consideration, Diana decided to confront Lena head-on.

…

Lena’s pace was slow, her movements graceful like a gray cat. As she stepped into the abandoned hallway, Diana realized her languid and relaxed demeanor wasn’t something an ordinary young lady could imitate; it was the aura of someone in a position of power.

Diana was all too familiar with it.

“Hmph~ Weakling~”

“Your Highness, Diana.”

Lena met her gaze, responding to Diana’s rudeness with a smile. “May I ask why Your Highness is here?”

“Admiring the scenery, is that a problem?” Diana puffed out her flat chest, her voice haughty. “Senior Weakling is so nosy, such a clueless weakling~ so stupid~ such an idiot~”

“Then would Your Highness allow me to join you?”

Lena walked over to the giggling little devil, half-kneeling. “A beautiful sunset should be enjoyed with a beautiful companion. I brought some wine and snacks, would Your Highness care for a drink?”

“Eh?” Diana’s smile froze.

“Oh right, Your Highness is still young and can’t drink alcohol. What a pity, I brought this imported honey monkey wine and crispy butter cookies, how thoughtless of me.”

Lena feigned regret, standing up.

Diana’s expression changed rapidly.

Was Lena implying that she was short, small, and flat, not worthy of being Lena’s companion?!

How dare she!!

Diana hated being called short. She was still growing! And there were other children her age in the academy, why look down on her…?

A wave of resentment welled up within her, and Diana grabbed Lena’s sleeve. “W-who said I can’t drink?! Senior Weakling is such an idiot! Hmph! You know nothing and yet you dare belittle me, you useless idiot! I’ll drink it right now and show you!”

“Please don’t be hasty, Your Highness. I’ve brought a suitable cup for you.”

Lena smiled, taking out a glass dish, pouring a small amount of honey monkey wine, and placing a few cookies beside it.

“Ta-da~ A special limited edition children’s set, with a wonderful toy as a gift~”

Lena blew on the paper pinwheel, handing it to Diana, gently stroking her head. “Your Highness is so adorable and charming, even I can’t resist your allure. What happened yesterday was just a mistake I made to get Your Highness’s attention. I hope Your Highness can be merciful and forgive my rudeness…”

“Senior Weakling?”

Diana blinked, her cherry-colored lips pouting unconsciously. She clutched the pinwheel, then puffed out her cheeks. “I’m not a child, I’m growing taller every day. I’m already half an adult.”

“Indeed, Your Highness is a talented young lady, no longer a child. Even now, one can see your future brilliance.”

Diana’s small hand grasped Lena’s finger, which was holding the pinwheel. This novel toy, never before seen in the empire, captivated her…

A very interesting object.

She wanted it, to study it closely…

“That won’t do.” Lena pulled the pinwheel away with her free hand, her voice firm. “Your Highness just said you’re already half an adult, so how could you like such a childish toy? Ah, could it be that this toy, suitable only for preschoolers, has captured Your Highness’s heart? My apologies, I’ll repent when I return…”

“S-senior Weakling is such a joker…”

Diana stammered, unsure what to do.

Lena’s sincere expression didn’t seem like a lie, and that interesting pinwheel… she really wanted it…

Hmph~

If she wanted it, she would just take it! Why bother with all this nonsense!

“In the name of the Imperial Princess, I command you to hand it over to me.”

[Countdown: 30 seconds until the body bind is released]

An ethereal voice echoed, as if from the heavens, filling her ears.

Diana’s Word Spirit Magic activated, a mental attack that couldn’t be avoided, its power absolute.

Such special professions were always shrouded in mystery.

Lena’s fingers curled involuntarily, and she watched helplessly as the painstakingly folded pinwheel was taken from her.

However, her expression remained unchanged, as if this was all perfectly normal. “As expected of the imperial bloodline, inheriting the Word Spirit Magic. How fascinating.”

“Hmph~ Senior Weakling is truly a weakling. How could you understand such profound and mysterious magic? Stupid~ weakling~ silly big sister, keep racking your brains forever~”

Diana, holding the pinwheel, beamed, her face radiant like the setting sun.

For a moment, Lena felt like she was back in her past life.

The same paper pinwheel, the same Word Spirit Magic control, the same helplessness.

But this time, Lena’s stiff fingers began to loosen, and gradually, she broke free from the spell’s control, her bones shifting, her numb shoulders relaxing…

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?~