“So, Young Master, you turned in your paper and left the exam hall that early?”
“Of course. Who do you think I am?”
It was already midday, and the two morning exams had both concluded. The two of them walked through the cafeteria holding their food trays.
After enjoying Lilian's admiring gaze with satisfaction, Lynn suddenly changed the subject.
“By the way, Lilian, how did you do on your exam?”
“M-Me? Ahaha... It... should be alright, I think?” The pink-haired dumpling laughed sheepishly, guiltily averting her gaze.
“Stare—”
Lynn spoke with a smile, “I remember during our special training—I explicitly told you to make time to study, didn't I?”
“B-But Lilian is stupid... I just couldn't learn it...” The pink-haired dumpling said with teary eyes, leaning in close to him, trying to move him with her pitiful display.
Unfortunately, the man before her had a heart of stone. Having long since figured out Lilian's Demon Pill nature, Lynn let out a snort.
Couldn't learn it?
Don't make your Brother Lynn laugh!
As if your Brother Lynn doesn't know whether that brain of yours is sharp or not.
Ever since he had plundered the 'Favor of the Sinfire Witch' trait from Lilian, Lynn had never once felt the struggle of being unable to learn.
When it came to talent in magic theory alone, even if you tied Irene and Veronica together, they still wouldn't be a match for Lilian!
‘No... if I stacked Irene and Veronica together... they might not even measure up to Veronica on her own.’
(A certain white-haired girl, who was currently turning her grief and indignation into an appetite, sneezed violently.)
Flicking the girl's exposed forehead and watching her clutch her head in pain, Lynn sighed.
“...It looks like I really need to thoroughly confiscate those knight novels of yours.”
“Eh... Please don't, please don't~” The whimpering dumpling immediately began to act spoiled, clinging to Lynn's forearm.
...
“Those two are at it again...”
In a private room on the second floor of the cafeteria, Veronica rested her chin on her hand. Looking through the glass at the pink-haired dumpling who was practically hanging off Lynn's arm, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Tsk, shameless!
And in a cafeteria, no less! Clinging to each other in broad daylight, how improper!
“Don't you think so, Nana? ...Nana?”
Exquisite black tea and pastries were set on the pristine white round table. Veronica picked up her porcelain cup and looked at the girl opposite her, a long-lost feeling of nostalgia rising in her heart.
Since entering the academy, they hadn't sat down quietly to drink tea together like this.
Hearing her nickname, the girl on the other side of the table seemed to barely snap out of her daze, hurriedly withdrawing her gaze.
Anna hummed as if waking from a dream, then gave a light cough to cover it up. “I mean... in public places, one should indeed be mindful of their posture.”
Veronica gave her a suspicious look.
Why did it feel like Nana... had been staring at that blockhead just now?
No, no, no, that must just be her imagination. After all... Nana and that guy had barely met a few times, right?
Right, it must be because she was a princess. Seeing such an improper scene would naturally make her feel instinctively averse to it.
Her doubts cleared, Veronica nodded with a smile.
“As expected, Nana understands me best.”
Truly my best friend!
Anna raised her teacup, using the rim to hide her slightly unnatural expression.
Yet those violet eyes still uncontrollably drifted past the glass, landing once again on the blonde figure downstairs.
Dragging his leg-clinger—the whimpering pink-haired dumpling—he carried his food tray, looking around for a seat.
His expression was lazy, and his steps were casual.
Her slender fingertips unconsciously rubbed against the side of her cup.
So this is how he usually behaves in the academy...
Her gaze casually swept over the new hair clip on the pink-haired dumpling's head, then looked at the new hair accessory her best friend was also wearing.
“Tsk—”
For some reason, she felt a slight pang of displeasure in her heart.
A sudden, exceptionally lively commotion from downstairs interrupted her cluttered thoughts.
She looked down with displeasure.
A crowd of freshmen was gathered in the center of the cafeteria, chattering noisily, surrounding a small figure so tightly that not even water could trickle through.
“Look! Isn't that the freshman who became the First Seat of the White Garden as soon as they enrolled!”
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