Hmph~
Astreia’s gaze fell on the flowing, radiant [Goddess Veil], lingering for less than half a second before she looked away.
“Put it back on?”
She picked up the teacup and took another gentle sip, her leisurely, self-satisfied manner making it clear she did not take this thing seriously at all.
“Dean Aurelia, do you have some misunderstanding about this necklace?”
“You were there yesterday in the Dream Demon Graveyard when it snapped, weren’t you?”
Astreia set down the teacup, walked to the desk, reached out a finger, and lightly flicked the delicate necklace.
“Ding–“
The crisp sound echoed through the office.
“This thing cannot even suppress the tip of the iceberg of Witch Power, and now you want This King to put it back on?”
“Do you think This King is stupid, or are you stupid yourself?”
Aurelia’s face instantly turned ashen.
“Princess Astreia, please mind your wording!”
“Wording? What This King says is all fact.”
Astreia crossed her arms and looked down at Aurelia.
“You people from the Holy Studies Branch just love all this superficial nonsense.”
“What [Goddess Veil], what Holy Magic–when it comes down to it, the only one who can purify a Witch is my Prince.”
Astreia directly wrapped her arm around Wendy’s waist, pulled him into her embrace, and in front of the two Deans, gently sucked at his neck.
“My Wendy is the true remedy.”
“Right? Shanna?”
Laxana trembled all over, her face flushing bright red, and lowered her head, not daring to make a sound.
Layana watched this scene, only feeling a tightness in her chest, unable to breathe.
She stared fixedly at Astreia, gnashing her teeth.
“So you just took it for granted, and did that to my daughter…”
“Taken for granted?”
Astreia released Wendy, turned around, and the smile on her face faded a little.
“Dean Layana, get the situation straight.”
“Your daughter has long since completely descended into a Witch. If This King and Wendy had not purified her in time yesterday, your daughter might have destroyed the entire Central Academy.”
“Besides, This King used Wendy’s body to help her purify the Witch Power. This is not some shameless act.”
“This is saving her life!”
These words landed with weight, every syllable carrying immense pressure.
“I…”
Layana opened her mouth, but found she could not refute it.
Indeed.
Laxana being able to return to normal was indeed thanks to Wendy.
But…
But her daughter had been… just like that…
“Besides.”
Astreia added another blow.
“Your daughter enjoyed it herself, you know.”
“You…!”
Layana finally exploded. She rushed forward, raised her hand, about to slap Astreia.
However, just as her hand rose into the air, it was caught by a hand.
It was Wendy.
His Highness the Prince’s gaze drifted. He looked at Layana, then Laxana, and finally settled on Aurelia. He opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally let out a long sigh.
That appearance was exactly like a poor wretch who had been bullied badly but did not dare resist.
Layana was stunned.
She looked at the exhaustion and helplessness in Wendy’s peach-blossom eyes, and a complicated emotion suddenly surged in her heart.
This child… is also a victim.
“Prince Wendy…”
Layana lowered her hand, her tone carrying a bit more sympathy.
“Even I think this situation is too much. Why don’t you resist?”
“You are a Prince. You could absolutely refuse them!”
Wendy lowered his head, his voice very soft.
“I… I’m just an ordinary person… She… is too strong.”
He spoke haltingly, as if every word was steeped in helplessness.
“Astreia, she… she said she wanted to purify Laxana. I… what could I do?”
“If I didn’t cooperate, what would happen to Laxana?”
After saying that, His Highness the Prince sighed again, his whole being radiating the sorrow of someone forced to perform.
“I… I had no choice either…”
After hearing this, Layana felt a mix of emotions. Looking at Wendy’s aggrieved yet helpless appearance, then at her own daughter’s shame as if she wished she could crawl into a hole, for a moment she did not know whom to blame.
Astreia?
She had indeed saved Laxana’s life.
Laxana?
She had indeed nearly descended into a Witch.
Wendy?
He was just a Prince of the Fallen Kingdom forced to cooperate.
Then… who should be blamed?
The Demon Race?
Destiny?
Or should she blame herself as a mother for not noticing her daughter’s abnormality sooner?
Just then, Aurelia walked to her side and gently patted her shoulder.
“Layana, calm down.”
“It has already happened. What we need to do now is figure out how to handle the aftermath.”
After saying that, Aurelia turned to look at Astreia.
“Princess Astreia, since you say the [Goddess Veil] is useless, what do you plan to do?”
“Are you just going to let the Witch Power rampage inside you?”
“Rampage?”
Astreia raised an eyebrow.
“Dean Aurelia, do you have some misunderstanding about This King’s Witch Power?”
“This King is doing very well now, does not need any [Goddess Veil], and only needs Wendy.”
After saying that, she pulled Wendy into her arms again and chuckled:
“Right? My Prince?”
Wendy stiffened all over and forced a smile uglier than crying.
“Y-yes…”
Aurelia watched this scene, her brow furrowing even tighter.
She was about to speak when a hurried set of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
The door was forcefully pushed open.
Beota Nord’s burly figure appeared at the doorway, with a panting Vivian following behind.
“Aurelia! Layana!”
Beota strode in, her gaze sweeping around the office.
When she saw Wendy held in Astreia’s arms, Laxana shrinking in the corner, and the two Deans’ faces ashen, she was stunned for a moment.
“Yo, is this… a meeting?”
“Or a tea party?”
Beota grinned, walked to the desk, and plopped herself down on it.
“Vivian said you had important matters to discuss, so I hurried over.”
“So, what is it?”
Aurelia glanced at Vivian, then at Beota, and took a deep breath.
“Beota, you came at the right time.”
“We need to discuss the matter concerning Princess Astreia.”
“Astreia?”
Beota turned to look at the Princess.
“What’s wrong? Causing trouble again?”
“Causing trouble?”
Astreia laughed.
“Dean Beota, that is not the right way to put it.”
“This King is a good student.”
“Never causes trouble.”
Beota’s mouth twitched.
‘A good student?’
‘You?’
She was about to speak, but Aurelia cut her off.
“Wait a moment. Vivian, go back to the dormitory. With Dean Beota here, that’s enough…”
“Huh?”
Vivian widened her eyes, then left reluctantly.
After the footsteps disappeared, Aurelia shut the office door tightly, and only then briefly recounted what had happened yesterday in the Dream Demon Graveyard, the earlier Demon Race disguised invasion of the Library, and the scene Vivian had seen this morning.
Of course, she omitted the part about Laxana’s Witchification, saying only that Astreia’s Witch Power had gone out of control and needed Wendy’s help to purify it.
After hearing this, Beota fell silent.
She looked at Wendy, then at Astreia, and finally settled her gaze on Laxana.
“So… Wendy was forced?”
“Yes.”
Aurelia nodded.
“He is just an ordinary person. Facing two Princesses, he has no way to resist.”
Beota frowned.
She glanced at Wendy again.
That appearance…
His Highness the Prince lowered his head, his eyes drifting, his entire body radiating an air of utter despair.
He really did look like he had been bullied badly.
Beota suddenly stood up, walked over to Wendy, and reached out to pat his shoulder.
Wendy raised his head, met Beota’s eyes that held a bit of pity, and his mouth twitched.
“Kid, you’ve worked hard.”
“Dean… I…”
“Say no more. I understand.”
Beota sighed.
“Men, in this world, are inherently the weaker sex.”
“Being bullied by women is just something that can’t be helped.”
“But rest assured, I will protect you.”
Wendy:???
‘No, what do you mean by that?’
Before he could react, Beota turned around and looked at Astreia.
“Astreia, although you are a student This King has taken a liking to, you have indeed gone too far this time.”
“Prince Wendy is the treasure of our Academy. How could you bully him like this?”
Astreia raised an eyebrow.
“Bully?”
“Dean Beota, that is not the right way to put it.”
“This King is saving him.”
Beota snorted coldly.
“Does saving someone mean you can do whatever you want?”
“Look at Wendy now. Does he look saved?”
“He has clearly been drained dry by you!”
Wendy:
‘Please, stop talking.’
‘I really don’t want to hear this.’