What… what the heck?!
What did that brat just say?!
Originally, watching as Ximon stood there, gazing sadly at White Haired Little Bitch’s retreating figure, Layla had wanted to tease the little guy, maybe even start a rumor or two… to vent her frustration at returning empty-handed today!
After all, the purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister could see it too—this kid seemed to have a bit of a crush on Keti.
Tsk, that White Haired Little Bitch really isn’t simple, even seducing… her own student? Is she even human?!
Huff—
Well then, Layla had no choice but to drop some “explosive news” on this young master.
The priestess’s eyes spun as she remembered the rather risqué outfit Keti had worn when she left earlier—cough, cough—even if she was the one who picked it out, since that little brat dared to wear it—
Then she could let her imagination run wild!
With these thoughts, Layla spoke to Ximon, and upon hearing this, the blonde young master was clearly deeply shocked, sucking in a cold breath on the spot.
Th-th-though he tried desperately to deny it, just recalling what he saw earlier—Teacher Keti’s daring outfit—gulp…
Ximon really couldn’t take it. Inside, he was already wavering.
Teacher Keti, is Teacher Keti really… really doing that kind of business? Ugh… It sounds so out of character. He couldn’t imagine that stern Teacher Keti actually doing such things for money, and with another man…
Ahh, but, but, if it’s not “that kind” of business, then with how close Teacher Keti and Teacher Lynn are, it could only mean they’re lovers!
That, that, that… seems even worse than “that”!
Ximon couldn’t accept it. His first love had just begun, and now it was already over?!
If, if Teacher Keti was really doing that kind of thing… well, he had money too. If… gulp, he gave her money, would she be willing to be with him too—
“Hey, hey, hey! Stop fantasizing over there, why’s your face all red?! The woman you like ran off with another man, wake up already! I’m asking you something, what did you just say? What Teacher?!”
Snapping back to himself, the purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister grabbed Ximon’s shoulders and shook him hard.
Finally, the little master—who had almost popped the seams of his pants—was shaken awake. He immediately frowned and then returned to his usual demeanor!
When it came to anyone other than Teacher Keti, his attitude was anything but pleasant!
“Let go! You’re so noisy… Woman, who even are you? Who’s Miss Lulu?”
“Isn’t Miss Lulu your Teacher?!”
Layla let go and tilted her head in confusion, but the other party just snorted coldly and spoke in annoyance:
“I don’t know any Lulu Teacher, I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re troublesome, I’m annoyed right now, don’t bother me. My name is Ximon, and my father is the president of the Imperial Capital Chamber of Commerce! Huff… Now, tell me everything about that ‘business’ from start to finish…”
“Huh?”
Looking at the brat’s arrogant attitude, Layla’s temper flared immediately. After a while, it was Sylvia by her side who came over and reminded her:
“Layla, I think… ‘Lulu’ might be a fake name…”
“Fake name? How cou—”
Layla was about to say “How could that be?” but when she thought about it, it was actually possible!
After all, from the start, they’d only ever heard the name from other people—they’d never actually verified it themselves.
No… wait, brat, let me ask again, what’s your assistant Teacher’s name?”
“No… no way, you don’t even know her name, but you claim she’s in that business? And you call yourselves close friends, that’s way too suspicious! Hmph, people like you, there’s no way I’ll tell—ah, ow ow ow ow, crack—h-help, help me—!”
Before the arrogant blonde young master could finish, Sylvia was already upon him—first smashing her baseball bat against his shoulder, then putting a hatchet right to his neck.
Seeing the cold gleam of that blade, Ximon was so frightened he was almost petrified. No… didn’t he just spill his family background? Why were they still being so rough?!
The elven girl seemed totally unafraid, staring coldly at the trembling Ximon and giving the hatchet a little shake, threatening in a chilly voice:
“Speak! What did you just say? I didn’t quite catch it… but it sounded important!”
“Ahaha, actually we’re members of a Hero Party, currently searching for someone’s whereabouts, so, please repeat—what’s your Teacher’s name?”
“Hiss, Ke… Keti Teacher! It’s Teacher Keti, don’t, don’t kill me, wuwuwu ahhhh… Why is my life so miserable lately?!”
After being beaten by beautiful girls one after another, Ximon broke down in tears on the spot. But… at this very moment, his mood was probably the healthiest among the three present.
Because at this moment, as the two girls heard that all-too-familiar name clearly—they were both completely petrified!
Uh… crack…
K-Keti Teacher—what the heck is going on?!
“N-no, you’re not joking, right? You’re not pulling my leg, that White Haired Little Bitch is called Keti? H-how could that be?!”
Layla, struck as if by a bolt from the blue, was utterly flustered, and hurried to confirm with Ximon again.
Seeing her agitation, Ximon quickly nodded, then pulled a registration form from his pocket—the very one Keti had filled out when she became an assistant. He handed it over to Layla.
The priestess took it and looked—sure enough, on the left side was the name she was so familiar with, her beloved Keti. But… the photo on the right side…was the photo of White Haired Little Bitch!
Wha… what in the world is going on?!
Holding the registration form, Layla felt her legs begin to tremble. At first, she hadn’t really reacted, just finding it odd that this White Haired Little Bitch had the same name as her husband.
But—
Little by little—
As her mind began to turn, the purple-haired, jellyfish-headed big sister started to realize something was very off, especially when she recalled how that little guy had acted in front of her tonight—
Very quickly, in her mind, a very, very terrifying idea began to emerge… Layla really didn’t want to think about it, but… but…
After a while, the thought grew even stronger—the more Layla considered it, the more reasonable it seemed, and at the same time, the more she broke out in a cold sweat.
No, impossible, that can’t be! There’s no way!
Oh right, right, right—no, no, no!
Hiss—
White Haired Little Bitch… could it really be her own husband?!
Past 13 chapters have been a different story