The coffee cup gave off a gentle wisp of steam. Versie wore that familiar warm smile that Sefina knew all too well. She was sitting on the central sofa in the living room, a cup of coffee in her hands.
Sefina looked into the room, and of course, the speaker was Versie.
Flovi stood by the sofa, holding a wooden tray with several freshly brewed cups of coffee neatly arranged on it.
Her golden eyes turned to Sefina, and she reported flatly:
“Lady Versie arrived seventeen minutes ago. I brewed coffee following the guest reception procedure. Master, please have some.”
With that, Flovi extended the tray toward her.
Sefina took a cup and also handed one to Fili beside her.
Just then, sounds came from outside the door.
Three girls walked in carrying shopping bags filled with fresh vegetables and meat. Their cheeks were slightly reddened by the cold wind outside.
They naturally glanced into the room, and their eyes were immediately drawn to the striking ice blue-haired girl on the sofa.
“Excuse me, who might you be?”
Ellaria set down her things, her emerald eyes holding a polite question as she looked at Versie.
Versie set down her coffee cup, rose gracefully, and a warmer smile spread across her face. Her voice was sweet and pleasant:
“My name is Versie. You can call me Senior Sister Versie.”
With that, she tilted her head slightly, her smile carrying just the right touch of playfulness.
“Senior Sister?”
Ellaria and Kefi responded politely. Kefi’s pale blue eyes studied Versie for a moment, then let out a soft “Huh.”
“But… I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before?”
The curve of Versie’s smile didn’t change, and her tone flowed naturally:
“I was a exchange student from the western continent, so I studied at Oselenka for a short period. But the exchange program wasn’t very long, and I didn’t stay there for long. Maybe we ran into each other on campus occasionally.”
That explanation made perfect sense.
Two of the three girls nodded, accepting the reasoning.
However, the third of them—Mia—upon hearing the key words “Oselenka” and “exchange student,” especially after getting a clear look at Versie’s face, turned bright red in an instant. Panic and deep embarrassment flickered in her big blue eyes.
She remembered!
Back in Teacher Sefina’s office, during that double crisis with the magic crest and the Magic potion, it was this “Senior Sister” with ice blue hair who had knocked on the door!
And at that time, she had been stuffed under the desk by Teacher Sefina using magic, with her mouth covered…!
Oh no!
That scene so embarrassing it could cause social death—this Senior Sister might have noticed something! She might have even heard something!
Mia immediately lowered her head, wishing she could hide inside the shopping bag, her inner self frantically banging her head against a wall.
Fortunately, everyone’s attention was focused on the beautiful and friendly “Senior Sister Versie” at the moment, and no one seemed to notice her suddenly flushed face and stiff movements.
Just then, Versie, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out three delicately wrapped gift boxes from beside the sofa.
She walked up to the three girls, handing each a box one by one, her voice gentle:
“This is a small token of appreciation from me as your senior sister. I hope you’ll like them.”
“Thank you, Senior Sister!”
Ellaria and Kefi accepted the gifts and thanked her politely. Mia hastily took hers too, her voice soft:
“Th-thank you, Senior Sister…”
In their eyes at that moment, this Senior Sister Versie was not only beautiful and elegant, but also so gentle, considerate, and approachable—the very picture of a perfect senior!
The first impression couldn’t have been better.
Only Sefina, quietly sipping her coffee on the side, gave the faintest, barely perceptible twitch at the corner of her mouth.
Ha… Senior sister? Gentle? Approachable?
Versie wore this “perfect good girl” mask so tightly, and only in front of these innocent little ones.
But the moment she’s in front of me, she can’t wait to bare her little demon fangs, teasing, provoking, even getting handsy…
If she had even half of that demureness on the inside that she shows on the surface, I’d be thanking my lucky stars.
A flicker of wariness rose in Sefina’s mind. Versie’s sudden visit this time, complete with gifts and such thorough consideration… it felt like trouble brewing.
What scheme was she cooking up now?
After the three girls accepted the gifts, Mia, in an effort to ease her own embarrassment, quickly picked up the shopping bag:
“Um… Senior Sister, you two chat. We’ll go make dinner!”
“Yeah, Senior Sister, please have a seat.”
Ellaria smiled as well. Kefi nodded and prepared to head toward the kitchen.
However, Versie stepped forward on her own initiative, sincerity shining in her ice blue eyes:
“I’ll help out, shall I? I’ve also been wanting to taste the home-cooked meals Teacher usually eats, and more people makes things livelier.”
“That wouldn’t be proper. Senior Sister is our guest…”
Ellaria quickly declined.
“Yeah, yeah! Senior Sister should rest!”
Mia chimed in as well.
“It’s fine.”
Versie’s smile didn’t fade, her tone gentle yet firm.
“I cook often at home too. Maybe I can be of some help. Besides, I’d also like to chat with all of you and learn about Teacher’s life at Oselenka.”
Her words were flawless, warm and natural, making it hard for the three girls to refuse.
After a few more polite attempts to decline, Versie still smoothly followed them into the kitchen.
Sefina watched Versie’s back disappear through the kitchen doorway, pursed her lips, and decided not to bother with it.
She set down her coffee cup, found her sewing kit and scissors on her own, settled into a single armchair on the other side of the living room, and began “battling” that ill-fitting Nun’s habit.
Soon, the sounds of washing vegetables, chopping, and conversation drifted from the kitchen.
Versie clearly wasn’t just being polite—she genuinely helped, and with considerable skill and ease.
“Ellaria, when peeling onions, you can cut them in half and soak them in cold water first, or peel them under running water. That way the pungent fumes won’t sting your eyes as much.”
Versie’s soft voice came through, followed by a careful demonstration.
Soon, Ellaria’s delighted voice rang out:
“It really works! Thank you, Senior Sister! That trick is so useful!”
On the other side, Kefi frowned slightly at the pot, murmuring to herself:
“This new dish I’m learning… I’m not quite sure about the amount of salt.”
Versie leaned over for a look and said with a smile:
“For this kind of leafy green, just sprinkle a little salt before taking it off the heat to bring out the flavor. No need for too much. You can start with less, taste it, then adjust.”
Versie’s guidance was clear and practical, and she kept a clean, kind smile on her face the whole time.
“Oh!”
Mia let out a soft gasp as the soy sauce bottle nearly slipped from her hand. A fair hand reached out just in time and caught the bottle steadily.
“Be careful now, Mia.”
Versie’s voice remained gentle, carrying just the right amount of concern without a hint of reproach.
The three girls busied themselves while experiencing this new Senior Sister’s patient and tender assistance, their fondness for her rising by the minute.
Ellaria: The Senior Sister isn’t just pretty—she knows so many practical life skills. Amazing.
Kefi: The Senior Sister is very attentive and good at taking care of people.
Mia: It’s still a little awkward, but the Senior Sister… is really so nice! So gentle and warm!
What an act.
Sefina silently scoffed from the living room.