“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?! Junior Greg is not the terrible person you're making him out to be!”
A petite yet firm voice rang out from the crowd.
Senior Yelena strode out with her chin held high, shielding Greg. With her hands on her hips, she glared fiercely at the three noble girls.
Though she wasn't tall, she exuded an imposing aura that could not be ignored at this moment.
As a diehard Greg-Vivian shipper, Yelena believed in Greg and Vivian's pairing with all her heart.
She was convinced that Greg and her Student Council President, Vivian, were true love, having personally witnessed the changes Greg had brought about in her.
Vivian used to be cold as ice, acting as if she didn't care about anything in the world.
But after interacting with Greg, her expression had softened considerably, and warmth had begun to seep into her ice-blue eyes.
What made Yelena even more certain of this was that, in the past, Vivian's life had been a monotonous cycle of official duties, studying, and training—like a precise machine.
But recently, Yelena had noticed that Vivian had actually begun learning how to cook in her spare time.
Several times when passing by the kitchen, she had spotted Vivian holding a spatula and meticulously studying a recipe, as if she were facing a critically important exam.
And all of this had to be preparation to surprise Junior Greg at the Full Moon Festival at the end of the year!
The reason Yelena cared so much about the two of them was that she had admired Vivian ever since she was a second-year student.
In her eyes, Vivian was the embodiment of perfection—strong, beautiful, and self-disciplined, the exact kind of person she aspired to be.
But Junior Greg's appearance had given the perfect Student Council President a touch of humanity, bringing a warmth of the mortal world to her.
Watching their interactions and seeing President Vivian change bit by bit, she couldn't help but look forward to it—eagerly anticipating the day they would finally be together.
To her, they were a match made in heaven, and her favorite ship must never sink!
“Wait, who even are you?”
The three noble girls were momentarily startled by Yelena's intensity, but they quickly recovered their disdainful expressions.
The leading girl sneered, “I think you're from our academy too, aren't you? Whoever you are, I suggest you mind your own business!”
“No way! I am a Disciplinary Committee member of Glory Cael Magic Academy!”
Yelena declared her identity, refusing to back down:
“Junior Greg is also an outstanding representative of our academy. His character and abilities are obvious to all. Your malicious slander without any evidence is not only an insult to him personally, but also an insult to our academy!”
“Oh, trying to make a big deal out of it?”
Another girl scoffed:
“So what if you're a Disciplinary Committee member? This isn't the academy, you have no authority over us here.”
“Exactly. This is the Empire's Magic Tower. Trying to use your status as an academy Disciplinary Committee member to control us here is just hilarious.”
Yelena's face flushed bright red, but she still didn't back down, continuing to argue fiercely with the three girls.
Just as the argument was about to escalate—
“Bam!”
A nearby table was slammed hard, letting out a heavy thud.
The three girls fell silent for a moment, and everyone's gaze shifted to the source of the noise.
A red-haired figure stood up.
Lilith Kahn, the Second Princess of the kingdom, was currently standing by her dining table with one hand still pressed against the surface, an annoyed expression on her face.
She swept her gaze over the three noble girls, her tone carrying unconcealed irritation:
“All of you, shut your mouths. I didn't care what you said about that guy before—but right now, you are disturbing my meal.”
The arrogant attitude of the three girls instantly withered by more than half.
Though they were of noble birth, their status was nothing compared to a princess of the kingdom.
They opened their mouths, trying to defend themselves: “Your Highness Lilith, we were just...”
“Just what?” Lilith raised an eyebrow, a dangerous edge to her voice.
Suppressed by her aura, the three girls were left speechless, stammering as they tried to find some excuse.
However, before they could even finish their sentence, they suddenly froze.
For they saw Yelena pulling someone out from the crowd.
Vivian Kahn.
The First Princess of the kingdom and the Student Council President of Glory Cael Magic Academy.
She wore a neat academy uniform, her aqua-blue long hair reflecting a cold sheen under the lights.
Her expression was calm, but her ice-blue eyes carried a chill that made one's blood run cold.
When Vivian's gaze swept over the three girls, they felt a shiver run straight up their spines, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
“You three.”
Vivian spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority:
“As students of Glory Cael Magic Academy, not only did you refuse to listen to a Disciplinary Committee member's warning, but you also spread false rumors in public, damaging a fellow student's reputation. Your behavior seriously violates the academy's disciplinary regulations.”
She paused, her gaze growing even colder:
“Now, apologize immediately to everyone you have just slandered and guarantee that you will never do it again. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind personally submitting a detailed report of your behavior to the academy once the exchange concludes.”
The three girls were scared out of their wits. How could they dare to utter a single word of rebuttal?
They were completely dumbfounded. They had only spoken a few bad words about Greg, so how on earth had they ended up provoking both the First and Second Princesses of the kingdom?!
Thus, they quickly lowered their heads, honestly apologizing to Greg and the others, and repeatedly promising they would never make such a mistake again.
Then, they fled the dining hall without looking back, as if a wild beast were chasing them.
After this experience, they likely wouldn't dare show their faces in front of Greg's group even back at the academy.
...
Vivian's gaze swept over the students from other academies who were watching the spectacle.
Met with her icy glare, they shrunk their necks and dispersed as if nothing had happened, returning to their respective tables to continue eating.
Order was restored to the dining hall.
Vivian withdrew her gaze and turned to Lilith, giving her a slight nod.
There was a hint of approval and recognition in her eyes.
Though she knew her sister harbored unique feelings for Greg as well, Lilith had clearly stood up just now to defend him and his friends.
She had noted this action.
She knew that for a tsundere like Lilith, taking such a step was already no small feat.
It would be somewhat rude to expect her to be any more direct.
Meanwhile, Lilith completely missed her sister's underlying meaning. She assumed her sister was acknowledging her for upholding Glory Cael's discipline.
She felt secretly pleased. She had only wanted to vent some frustration on Greg's behalf, but she had unexpectedly won her sister's approval.
But she quickly recalled the last time she had invited her sister to afternoon tea, only to be rebuffed with a pile of schoolwork.
Thus, Lilith immediately adopted a tsundere posture, let out a huff, and turned around to sit back in her chair to continue eating, acting as if nothing had happened.
Vivian didn't pay too much mind to Lilith's reaction, having already prepared herself when she rejected her sister's invitation previously.
She turned around, her gaze naturally falling upon Greg, before slightly freezing.
For Greg was currently standing with Victoria and Silvia, and the distance between the three of them was very close.
Vivian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although she regarded her sister Lilith as her primary rival, she also knew very well that this gray-haired girl was not to be underestimated either.
She took a deep breath, preparing to step forward and publicly claim ownership over Greg, when—
“Greg! Greg Sass!”
A hurried voice suddenly came from the entrance of the dining hall, interrupting her.
Everyone looked toward the source of the sound again, only to see a professor standing panting at the entrance, hands on his knees, clearly having run a long way.
He raised his head and shouted into the dining hall with all his might:
“Lady Veronica, the Saintess—wishes to see you immediately!”
The entire dining hall instantly fell into a dead silence.
Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward where Greg stood.
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