The sudden resentment from Byron Walton puzzled Lynlo. He knew Lord Byron well as he was his classmate, a "prince charming" type of character. He is a bit feminine, the type like CXK. "Resentment from Byron Walton has been collected. Estimated quality rating is B. The quality is low, and the host does not need to intentionally collect it." Lynlo didn't want to collect resentment from Lord Byron either. It's not that Lynlo is timid, but for girls, they can lift up their skirts and stuff, but for boys... should he poke him in the butt to collect resentment? However, Lynlo didn't think much about it, after all, he had such a treasure in his arms. Though it was called a treasure, it was actually more like a bomb. Especially now that he was still on campus, luckily it was class time and there weren't many people on the playground. Otherwise, Lynlo would be mistaken as a pervert or something and become the enemy of the school... Well, actually he's already the enemy of the school now. He's the one who offended a goddess after all. As the saying goes, if you have too many lice, you won't be afraid of itching. Lynlo felt that it wouldn't be long before he would truly be unafraid of itching. Lynlo carried the unconscious Nicole back to the dormitory. The Temasia Academy for the Brave was initially funded by the royal family and various nobles, so the dormitory decoration was quite luxurious. At least the single rooms could still meet the requirements. The previous engulfing sphere sucked all the power of the girl, but to get along peacefully with this Nicole? It is probably impossible. Not to mention Nicole's arrogant and childish personality, she would never compromise with someone like Lynlo, a "inferior human." Moreover, to get along peacefully, he hadn't asked his ring spirit, the Ghost of Resentment, if he agreed or not. Therefore, the primary task was to tie the girl up properly and get through this standoff period. Lynlo didn't have any strange hobbies, so there were no ropes in his room. The clothesline could be used reluctantly, but Lynlo couldn't trust such a thin rope. After considering it, Lynlo spread out the inner side of the blanket, placed the so-called "Great Demon King" named Nicole on the blanket, and rolled it up like a seaweed roll. Finally, it was tightly tied with thin ropes, and it was successfully done. Even if she woke up, this Nicole wouldn't be able to stand up, let alone escape. Lynlo even doubted whether he was tying a bunch of straw. Moreover, by tying her with a blanket like this, the delicate body of the girl wouldn't disturb his mind anymore. After solving this trouble, Lynlo let out a long sigh of relief. "The host's behavior of keeping prey is a very wise choice," praised the ring spirit. "Are you praising me or mocking me..." The ring spirit didn't answer. Lynlo silently looked at the familiar furnishings in his dormitory and Nicole, who was tied up like a long strip of dumpling next to him. Clearly, everything was still normal when he got up in the morning. But now... he had become an accomplice of the Ghost of Resentment. However, it's a big problem, but panicking won't help. After all that had happened, Lynlo decided that it would be better to take a nap first. Isn't it a perfect new body pillow for this? (☞Nicole) With the girl's body as the core and a thick, soft blanket on the outside, there couldn't be a better body pillow than this! Lynlo changed into a shirt and lay on the bed. This body pillow was really... just perfect. The world is so wonderful. He skipped class and slept a big sleep. Skr. ------------ Mediterranean just sent Miss Michelle and Lord Byron back to the classroom, and then inspected the discipline of the entire building. He repeated the daily phrase, "Silence! Your class is the loudest on the entire floor!" Then he returned to his office, ready to continue drinking tea and take a look at the full-color books he confiscated over the past two days.At this moment, I noticed that there were two more people in my office.
And both of them were influential figures within the academy.
The purple-haired girl sitting at the desk was wearing a plain academy uniform, casually dangling her long legs and holding a lollipop in her mouth. The sharp and piercing light in her eyes was intimidating.
She was Skullder, the president of the Student Council.
Despite her young age, her abilities were already terrifying, far beyond what one would expect at her level. Even their teacher, the Mediterranean, dared not look directly at her.
She didn't even have a powerful family backing her.
The other person in the office was an old man.
Unlike the girl, who arrogantly sat on the desk, defying the authority of the Mediterranean, the old man sat casually on the side of the sofa, sipping the tea he had just brewed.
His short hair, now gray, was meticulously groomed and shiny. His black tailcoat was neatly ironed, and his cane rested next to the armrest of the sofa. He was an elegant gentleman.
Skullder was always dazzling like the scorching sun, while the old man appeared deep and mysterious like the eternal night.
"Principal Hubert."
The principal was always elusive, and most of the academy's affairs were handled by Skullder, the student council president.
The Mediterranean didn't know why he had come today.
"No need for pleasantries."
Skullder said, manipulating the lollipop with her fingers, spinning it in her mouth. Her feet in small leather shoes kept bouncing.
"I heard that someone used lethal magic in the classroom today. Does the Mediterranean teacher know what happened?"
She squinted with interest, "the Mediterranean teacher should have the ability to recreate the scene for me and Principal Hubert, right?"
This was not a question, but a demand.
The Mediterranean teacher sighed, nodded, concentrated his mind, and activated his Mystery.
The Mediterranean teacher's Mystery was "Elemental Communication," a low-quality C-level Mystery that slightly enhanced the strength of elemental magic and allowed communication with elements.
The wind came from all directions, blowing the curtains in the office. This omnipresent wind element was the Mediterranean teacher's eyes and ears.
This Mystery was not very powerful, but it suited his identity.
The wind element formed a rough structure in front of the three people. In that brief moment, they saw the scene when Michelle attacked Lynlo with a fireball.
In the end, Lynlo completely broke Michelle's fireball with a cool snap of his fingers.
Even Principal Hubert, who appeared lazy and amiable, was now leaning forward, captivated by this rough "puppet show" created by the elements.
"A student at the apprentice stage... actually effortlessly broke through a first-tier... no, this is at least a late first-tier magic." Hubert said. "Who is this student? What's their name?"
The Mediterranean teacher carefully observed the phantom formed by the wind constructs. It looked like a puppet made of rough wood, making it difficult to see clearly.
It was not possible to peek into a girl's panties using this Mystery, but it had a slightly better resolution than "indistinguishable."
The Mediterranean teacher scratched his bald head.
"This student seems to be called... uh..."
Skullder closed her eyes and blurted out the name.
"Lynlo."
