Unlike the two Deans from last night, the person outside was clearly more polite. They did not pound on the door, but continued to use the doorbell.
After the magic doorbell rang, Wendy looked through the door crack and immediately saw the acquaintance standing outside: Captain Vivian of the Lion Guard. She wore a well-tailored nun’s habit, her meticulous golden hair tied in a bun, and she carried an exquisite food box in her hand.
Wendy’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
As the Discipline Committee and Church Paladin, Vivian must have an almost paranoid insistence on the Regulations of etiquette between men and women. The scene in this room right now – the messy bed, the Witch still asleep, and Laxana in fishnet clothing covered in flour and egg liquid – any one of them would be enough to make her explode on the spot.
In the kitchen, Laxana had already heard the noise outside. She ran behind Wendy in a panic, clutched the hem of his robe tightly, and looked almost ready to cry.
“Wendy… don’t open the door! I… like this… I can’t be seen by anyone!”
“What’s going on?”
Astreia in the bedroom had also been woken up. She turned over unhappily, her long beautiful legs wrapped in purple-pink pantyhose clamping the blanket, and said hoarsely, “Who’s outside? So noisy…”
Wendy quickly turned around and signaled Laxana with his eyes.
“Quick! Hide! The bathroom! Go!”
While lowering his voice, he tried hard to adjust his expression and pretend to be very serious.
Laxana seemed to wake from a dream and scrambled toward the bathroom, the movement stirring up a rustling sound.
A rich fragrance mixed with the burnt smell from the kitchen, perfume, and some strange sweetness. She waited for a long time, but inside there were only strange noises and an increasingly strong odor.
Outside the door, Vivian’s brows had already knitted into a knot.
“Prince? Are you in there?”
Vivian finally could not hold back and knocked on the door, probing, “I’m Vivian. Today is the weekend, the dining hall is closed, so I came specially to bring you breakfast…”
Wendy took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm as he opened the door a crack, revealing only half his face. His peach-blossom eyes held a hint of just-woken haziness, with just the right amount of embarrassment and apology.
“Oh, so it’s Miss Vivian. I’m truly sorry. I just woke up, and I’m a bit… um, a bit of a mess.”
He tried to use his body to block most of the scene inside, hoping only that Vivian would not smell that unique “photinia flower” scent.
Vivian’s gaze was like a torch. At a glance she saw the few messy strands of hair on Wendy’s forehead, and beneath his robe, the faintly revealed ambiguous red marks at his collarbone.
At the same time, that fragrance mixed with romance and strangeness rushed over her the moment the door crack opened.
“Hmm? Sniff, sniff…”
She stiffly sniffed, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.
Just then, the sound of Laxana hurriedly closing the bathroom door came from inside.
However, perhaps she had bumped into something in her panic. From the kitchen came a “clatter,” as a plate fell and made a crisp sound.
Wendy’s expression changed slightly, and Vivian’s gaze turned in that direction. Even through Wendy’s body, she could see the mess in the kitchen, and… on the floor at the kitchen doorway, the leftover flour and egg liquid.
Now there was no way to hide it anymore.
The mess in the kitchen, the various suspicious smells drifting from the door crack, the faint red marks beneath the robe, and Wendy’s unusual guilt… everything made Vivian suspect that a female seductress had just been here bullying the Prince.
Wendy was about to explain, but in the bedroom, Astreia spoke first:
“My Prince… come back to bed. This King misses you a little.”
Her voice was not loud, carrying the Witch’s unique magnetism and tenderness.
Her long beautiful legs wrapped in purple-pink pantyhose were dangling casually from the edge of the bed, with no cover at all.
What was even more fatal was that Vivian saw Astreia’s Magic Eyes!
This final blow completely crushed all of Vivian’s rationality.
“Prince… with, with two women? Unclean!”
She screamed, her face flushing red as she suddenly turned.
The food box in her hand crashed to the floor with a “clang,” and she ran deep into the corridor without looking back, so fast that even Wendy could not react in time.
Inside the door, the Prince stared blankly after Vivian, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Astreia sat up from the bed and said with a chuckle:
“Tsk, it seems Miss Vivian’s sense of smell is quite sharp.”
From the bathroom came the sound of Laxana letting out a long breath of Survival After Calamity.
Wendy stood in place, his mouth twitching.
With Vivian’s personality, she would definitely go tattle to Dean Layana.
Sure enough.
Vivian ran wildly through several corridors, the scene from moments ago replaying constantly in her mind.
The red marks on Prince Wendy, the mess in the kitchen, and Princess Astreia’s Magic Eyes! That damned photinia flower scent… right, Astreia was not wearing [Goddess Veil]!
Vivian suddenly turned around and raced toward the Central Academy Magic Tower.
She was going to find Dean Layana and ask for a clear explanation!
Meanwhile, inside the room.
Wendy slowly closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and let out a long sigh.
“I feel… something big is going to happen today.”
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
Astreia lazily stood up from the bed, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, walked to Wendy’s side, and raised her hand to pinch his chin.
“At worst, I’ll say This King lusted after your body and forced you.”
“Anyway, to outsiders, a little man like you can’t resist a Princess like me.”
Wendy’s mouth twitched.
There was nothing wrong with that statement.
But the problem was…
“Aren’t you afraid your reputation will be ruined?”
“Reputation?”
Astreia laughed out loud.
“This King’s reputation at the Academy has long been rotten through the streets, okay? It can’t get much worse.”
“But you…”
She looked at Wendy meaningfully.
“A dignified Prince, kept by two women. If this gets out, how will those noble young ladies and Elder Sisters of yours look at you?”
Wendy was instantly speechless.
Laxana poked her head out and said cautiously.
Just then, the bathroom door opened with a “creak.”
“Um… has that person left?”
“She left.”
Wendy nodded.
“But she probably went to tattle.”
Laxana’s face instantly turned pale.
“Then what do we do? If… if my mother finds out…”
“So what if she finds out?”
Astreia crossed her arms over her chest, completely unconcerned.
“It’s not like Dean Layana doesn’t know you returned to normal last night. Now she’ll just find out that you slept with me and Wendy, that’s all.”
“What’s the big deal?”
Laxana opened her mouth, but found she could not refute at all.
Indeed.
Compared to previously descending into a Witch, this little thing now was nothing at all.
But why… did she still feel so ashamed!
“All right, all right.”
Wendy waved his hand.
“Don’t think about it so much for now. Breakfast isn’t ready yet, and I’m hungry.”
“Shanna, go change your clothes first. Don’t keep wearing that.”
“Oh.”
Laxana lowered her head and obediently walked to the wardrobe.
But as she passed by Astreia, Astreia suddenly reached out and swung her hand.
“Smack!”
A crisp sound.
Laxana’s whole body stiffened, and her face instantly turned red.
“Astreia! You…!”
“What?”
Astreia raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t This King spank you?”
Laxana trembled with anger but had no way to retaliate. She bit her lip, glared fiercely at Astreia, then grabbed the first wearable piece of clothing from the wardrobe and rushed into the bathroom.
“Bang!”
The door slammed shut heavily.
Watching this, Wendy could not help laughing out loud.
“Can’t you give it a rest?”
“Why should I give it a rest?”
Astreia said self-righteously.
“Teasing her is fun.”
Wendy shook his head helplessly.
He walked to the kitchen and continued the breakfast he had not finished before.
Astreia followed behind him, wrapped her arms around the Prince’s waist, and rested her chin on his shoulder.
“Wendy.”
“Hmm?”
“What do you think? How will Vivian tattle to Dean Layana?”
Wendy flipped the fried egg in the pan.
“What else could she say? She’ll definitely embellish it and say I was led astray by you.”
“And then?”
“She’ll interrogate me about what exactly happened.”
“Then Dean Layana will probably storm over furiously!”
“What can I do? What do you plan to do when that happens?”
Wendy shrugged.
“Just tell the truth.”
“Say that you and Laxana slept with me together?”
“Yeah.”
“Then will Dean Layana die of anger?”
“I don’t know.”
Wendy paused.
“But even if she dies of anger, it’s your fault.”
“Why is it my fault?”
“Because you’re the one who started it.”
“Tch.”
Astreia pouted.
“It’s obviously because you couldn’t control yourself.”
“If I couldn’t control myself, it’s because you were seducing me in those pantyhose, isn’t it?”
“This King seduced you because yesterday you volunteered that any play was fine, isn’t that right?”
“I said any play was fine because you wanted to punish Laxana, isn’t that right?”
The two went back and forth, each shifting the blame to the other.
Finally, Wendy let out a long sigh.
“Forget it, forget it. Let’s not talk about this. We’ll deal with whatever comes, one step at a time.”