The next morning.
“Master… Master…”
In the haze, a voice as faint as a silk thread, filled with extreme attachment, whispered in her ear.
Annabell opened her eyes to see Emily in a maid outfit, her face completely red, speaking cautiously. In those beautiful purple eyes was an unmistakable infatuation.
“Master, it’s time to get up…”
Last night, thanks to the system-rewarded endless starry sky automatic meditation AFK method, Annabell decisively gave up the grueling meditation and simply chose to sleep.
And because Emily stubbornly refused to leave, even crying and begging to sleep on the floor as a cushion for her, Annabell had no choice but to follow the original owner’s “harsh” habit and pull her into bed as a large body pillow.
After all, this girl was bound by the favorability system and wouldn’t dare move recklessly.
Not only did she not dare to move, but Emily also voluntarily pressed her petite, soft body close, gently wrapping around Annabell like a protective kitten.
Annabell sat up and shook her slightly dazed head.
Emily immediately knelt nimbly behind her, carefully combing through Annabell’s smooth silver hair.
Annabell looked at the ice-cold girl in the mirror with silver hair and stunning red-and-blue dual pupils, and couldn’t help sighing inwardly.
’I’m really beautiful, aren’t I?’
’This face… it’s a waste to be a villain. It’s really good-looking. I remember when I played the game, I thought this villain had the best flavor. I recall in the yuri doujinshi online, she was also a regular.’
Thinking back to those doujinshi contents that had absolutely nothing to do with pure love, Annabell couldn’t laugh anymore.
’They were all yuri SM doujinshi. Unfortunately, I was the latter. Every time, those heroines would make me cry from overstimulation.’
“Just now, the mentor sent a magic telepathy. Dean Sylvia requests your presence at the Dean’s Office,” Emily reported softly.
“Alright, I understand. I’ll go shortly.”
After Emily changed her into the elaborate and magnificent chief mage robe, Annabell took out the magic chain she had removed yesterday from her space ring and casually clicked it around Emily’s pale neck.
Of course, it was just put on. Annabell didn’t infuse any magic to restrict her freedom.
Why wear such a humiliating item?
Because Annabell had tried it yesterday: if she didn’t put a collar on Emily, the girl would feel that her master had abandoned her, instantly start trembling, tears streaming down her face, and even be ready to crash into a pillar to prove her loyalty.
To appease this Level 5 maxed-out yandere, Annabell could only go along with it.
“My order for you today is to practice that shadow magic tome until you master it,” Annabell commanded coldly.
“As you command! My master’s will is above all!” Emily passionately kissed Annabell’s boots.
Emily knelt at the door, watching until Annabell’s aloof figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor before she reluctantly closed the heavy dormitory door.
The girl turned around and practically pounced onto her master’s velvet bed. She buried her face deep into the pillow, stroking the lingering warmth, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance Annabell had left behind.
A moment later.
“Master’s task…”
Emily straightened up, her gaze becoming extremely fervent and determined.
She took out the system-rewarded shadow magic book.
At that moment, the terrifying power of the Shadow Saint constitution manifested.
As her magic began to circulate, a faint, visible black flame materialized around Emily. Ancient shadow runes swirled around her, as if an abyss was descending.
But Emily paid no attention to these shocking phenomena.
She just frantically absorbed magic power.
To her, this was merely her master’s task.
She had to work hard to become stronger—to become the sharpest blade in her master’s hand!
***
Meanwhile, Annabell was walking down the academy corridor toward the Dean’s Office.
Silver hair like a waterfall, red-and-blue dual pupils, a breathtakingly cold face, plus the halo of the Empire’s First Genius…
Even though she was cold-natured, harsh to others, and famously unreasonable, in this fantasy world obsessed with looks, Annabell was extremely popular at Sky College.
Whether it was innocent junior students, mature magic mentors, or even the proud noble young masters, all held a fervent fondness for her.
“Good morning, Lady Annabell!”
A water magic junior blushed and bowed excitedly.
Annabell didn’t even look at her, directly stepping past with her long legs in black stockings, ignoring her.
Instead of getting angry, the junior’s face turned even redder. She clutched her chest and fell into her companion’s arms: “Oh my god! The way Lady ignores me is so cool! I love it!”
“Today, Lady Annabell is aloof again!”
“Ah, just thinking about her beautiful dual pupils makes me want to be whipped by her magic whip!”
“So domineering! Just now, that senior from the Fire Branch deliberately showed off his abs on the roadside, but Lady didn’t even glance at him. She even walked around him like avoiding trash!”
“I am Lady Annabell’s dog!”
Listening to these crazy looks-based comments around her, Annabell remained expressionless.
Just now on her way here, she had confirmed one thing—
Passersby’s favorability could also grant treasure chests!
[Ding!] Passerby A, Favorability Level 2 (Admiration): Obtained a bag of low-grade gold coins.
[Ding!] Passerby B, Favorability Level 3 (Infatuation): Obtained an ordinary magic recovery potion.
Although the levels were generally low and only yielded junk items, and it was hard to get a miracle like Mentor Sylvia’s Level 4 that directly dropped an AFK god item, the sheer quantity made up for it! This was the joy of freebies!
Of course, not everyone appreciated her icy attitude.
For example, a jealous civilian male mage on the roadside muttered sourly:
“Putting on airs! Acting high and mighty! A dog looking down on people!”
The noble senior sister beside him heard this and directly blasted a fireball at him, glaring: “What kind of nonsense is this civilian spouting?!”
The male mage, with his eyebrows singed, screamed: “Isn’t it true? Everyone greeted her, and not only did she not respond, she looked at us like we were trash!”
The senior sister retorted loudly: “Lady Annabell is a flower on a high peak, a duke’s daughter! Isn’t it normal for her to be so aloof?! Don’t you understand tsundere?!”
“That’s right! Do you even know how hard Lady works?!”
“I think you’re just jealous of her beauty and talent!”
Seeing he was outnumbered, the male mage fled in disgrace.
Annabell silently gave that senior sister a thumbs-up in her heart. ’Being good-looking really lets you get away with anything!’
A moment later, Annabell arrived at the Dean’s Office.
She pushed open the door, and Sylvia was already seated behind her desk, waiting.
She elegantly held a cup of black tea, her golden hair lazily draped down, every movement exuding the powerful aura of a Grand Magus and the allure of a mature woman.
“You’re here.” Sylvia casually pushed several purple potions emitting a dense mana fluctuation to the edge of the table. “These are three grandmaster-grade advanced magic recovery potions. Take them.”
Annabell was taken aback: “Mentor, this is…”
“Compensation for the broken engagement.” Sylvia snorted coldly. “That useless Charlotte is now magically exhausted. These potions won’t cure him, but they’re enough for him to scrape by among the civilian. Our Sky College and the Duke’s Estate won’t take advantage of their Marquis Family.”
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