Chapter 11: Angel
The scorching sun beat down on the earth.
Guided by their upperclassmen, the new students found their desired departments, encountering some minor disputes, but ultimately resolving them peacefully.
Looking at the overcrowded Swordsman Department and the uniformly beautiful Priestesses, the Necromancy Department of the Mage Department had only received a few visits from lost junior students.
The only new student was a third-year student dragged in by a senior to make up the numbers. She sat stiffly, enduring the suffocatingly low pressure, trembling in a row of empty chairs behind the registration desk.
“I say…” Professor Witch began in a world-weary tone, “Is our Necromancy Department really that bad?”
“Not really, it’s just that our publicity is a bit lacking.”
Senior Milne, with his strong physique, waved his hand confidently.
Necromancers were different from other mages. They didn’t have flashy magic missiles or direct damage output, nor did they possess the robust bodies of Berserkers, or the healing abilities of Priestesses with their faith in the Holy Light…
But one thing was certain: in the late game, a Necromancer’s control over the battlefield was absolute!
With enough practice, one person could become an army, more than enough.
This was also Lena’s confidence as a Necromancer. She had single-handedly held off millions of imperial soldiers for over a decade, commanding thousands of skeletons.
“Sorry I’m late.”
Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. Lena arrived with Ling Ling, nodding to the black-haired woman at the front, her tone casual. “How’s the recruitment going? Any new students?”
“As you can see, none.”
Professor Witch spread her hands, sighing helplessly. “If we don’t get some new blood, our Necromancy Department will be excommunicated by those orthodox mages…”
The Holy Department had long disliked the Necromancy Department for occupying resources without producing results. She didn’t know if they could survive this time.
Departmental crisis!
Become an idol!
Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!!
Professor Witch also wanted to do that…
But the Necromancy Department was full of eccentrics, either solitary or with some screws loose, spending twenty-five hours a day researching how to effectively transform undead creations. What sane person would want to spend their days with corpses?
As for pretty girls, forget about it…
Oh.
There seemed to be one pretty one…
Professor Witch discreetly glanced at Lena.
Her delicate and beautiful face was mostly hidden behind a pair of thick, round-framed glasses. Her long gray hair cascaded down to her knees, resembling a robe from afar and a waterfall up close. Even with the glasses detracting from her appearance, she was still no less stunning than anyone on the Imperial Beauty Ranking.
This young lady from the Falmouth family, a true prodigy, yet she condescended to join the unpopular Necromancy Department. Even Witch herself couldn’t believe it…
As expected, rich people were all a little crazy!
“Let’s call it a day. No one else is coming anyway.” Professor Witch glanced at the time, shrugging. “Hey, you, come and help clean up the table.”
“Professor, if there’s nothing else, can I leave…?”
The new student Milne had dragged in to make up the numbers was a delicate-looking girl. She timidly raised her hand and spoke.
“I originally wanted to apply to the Arcane Department, but I got lost. This senior told me that this place was similar to the Arcane Department, so he brought me here…”
She quietly complained about Milne’s misdeeds.
Milne turned his head, revealing a set of healthy, bright teeth. “You want to leave?”
“Y-yes.” Ford’s body stiffened, her jaw clenching. “The application period is about to end. If I don’t go now, I’ll really miss it!”
“That’s a problem…”
Milne feigned a troubled expression.
“Lena, what do you think?”
“Me?” Lena had barely warmed her seat before the buck was passed to her. She pondered for a moment. “Hmm…”
Milne knew Lena’s decisive style. As long as Lena spoke, this new student wouldn’t be able to escape.
However, he didn’t know that Lena was no longer the same person.
“Forget it.”
“Huh?”
“I said, I can’t force someone to do something they don’t want to do. I’m not a devil.” Lena glanced at Ling Ling.
Ling Ling stood quietly beside her, hands clasped in front of her, her face flushed.
However, her tail was wagging furiously behind her, like a powerful electric fan on full blast.
Milne was still dumbfounded. “No! Don’t you love girls the most? A pretty junior is right in front of you, and you’re not going to make a move?”
Strange, the bulldozer had suddenly changed its nature.
Lena calmly adjusted her glasses and said, “First, it’s true that I’m attracted to girls. Second, I only pursue girls I’m interested in. And finally…”
“Alright.”
Milne gestured behind Lena with a “don’t bother explaining” look.
“Deal with the trouble on your face first.”
Not far away, the students of the Holy Department of the Priest Department parted to create a path. A pink-haired girl in a white nun’s habit approached, surrounded by a crowd.
A fragrant breeze wafted over, her slender waist swaying gracefully with each step, exuding an air of delicate beauty.
Her smile was pure and sweet, like an angel descending upon the mortal world, inspiring dreams of a beautiful future and bearing children together.
“Oh ho.”
Milne whistled playfully, taking out a small comb and slicking back his hair, preening himself. “The big star of the Holy Department has arrived. I think my twenty-five years of singlehood have been in preparation for this moment.”
He bowed elegantly, his expression slightly oily.
“Excuse me.”
Lena patted Milne’s shoulder, interrupting his preening. As Milne mouthed a surprised “what?”, Lena walked towards her newly adopted “kitten.”
Their eyes met briefly, a subtle, indescribable feeling passing between them.
Angel had been watching them.
Almost all the departments’ recruitment booths were gathered together, and the Priest Department was very close to the Mage Department. So, Angel had deliberately chosen a spot next to the Necromancy Department, holding Little White, keeping an eye on Lena.
Upon seeing the person she wanted to see, she disregarded everything else.
“Good morning, Senior Lena~” Angel broke into a light jog as she got closer, leaving her followers behind, arriving before Lena like a dew-kissed leaf. “Little White told me it misses you very much… ever since we parted that day.”
Her round-toed shoes with little bows nervously scuffed the ground, her smooth, fishnet-clad calves half-hidden beneath her meticulously crafted nun’s habit.
Notably, her dreamy, princess-like pink hair was highlighted with a touch of melancholic blue, making her appear delicate and fragile.
No wonder so many people liked her.
Every part of Angel seemed to exude a captivating charm, attracting the gaze and hearts of those who strayed, evoking a protective instinct within them.
It was a pity that she wasn’t lost, but rather, her heart wandered, willingly falling into depravity…
“Did Little White really want to see me?”
Lena scratched Angel’s chin, tilting her face up slightly. Even more beautiful, like exquisite porcelain.
“If I’m not mistaken, that stupid dragon isn’t fully recovered yet, is it?”
“…”
Angel’s smile froze.
She pouted, muttering something inaudible.
But judging by her expression and tone, it wasn’t anything pleasant.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, it’s too easy to see through.” Lena suppressed the urge to tear apart the girl’s facade, scoffing. “I was too tired yesterday, so I let you off the hook. Don’t pretend we’re close, it’s disgusting, understand?”
Yes.
Lena wanted to devour her.
Crush her bones.
Tear her flesh.
Shatter her ribs with a hammer!
Nail her silver tongue to her jaw, then watch her beautiful demise, her whimpers fading into despair.
How beautiful…
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