Olsylvia Academy’s Six Major Academy Lakes, Vignia Lake lakeside, Duke Bellina’s exclusive “Pure White Heaven”, inside the room above Bella’s number one dormitory room.
This room was built in the middle of the entire dormitory building, and the layout resembled a restaurant built for foreign guests. Although it was only three o’clock in the afternoon and there was still sunshine outside, the room had been lit up with little red candles that were usually reserved for candlelight dinners and the dim candlelight brought a bit ambiguity to the room’s atmosphere.
“Please come in. Princess Isaman, welcome to my humble house!”
“Duke Bella, you’re too polite. If you call your dormitory a humble house, then most of the dorms in the entirety of Olsylvia Academy aren’t even qualified for occupancy.”
Bella’s seat was at the edge of the plain white dining table set in the center of the room. The table was already full of delicious dishes; a variety of precious ingredients were everywhere, some of which were things that even money couldn’t necessarily buy.1
In addition to Bella, several of Bella’s lolita maids were also present. The two demon and evil gods, Angel and Mia, as well as Noesha and Betty, these two bringers of chaos, were all dressed in exquisite maid clothes with smiles on their faces. They just felt that it was fun to play this way and didn’t truly want to be maids.
On the balcony not far away, Lolita was dressed in a black, gothic lolita outfit. She didn’t know what to do with the glasses, and in order not to bring trouble to the dining table, Bella hadn’t asked her to play the role of a maid. Instead, Lolita was given the status of ‘banquet bodyguard’, and she looked the part with a thin sword hanging from her waist.
President Isaman had some opinions about Bella, but still respected Bella’s offer and had changed into a blue dress in order to attend the event. The dress was clearly an evening gown that would be worn at a grand banquet and was paired with a beautiful heart-shaped sapphire necklace.
“Duke Bella, can your gaze be a little more respectful of the occasion? Are you looking at the necklace or something else…”
Isaman’s dress was an evening gown. She could originally have chosen to dress in any old dress and still matched the occasion, but given Bella’s bad taste, plus the fact that she had to thank Bella for something, she had dressed up in this more formal evening wear instead. Unexpectedly, Bella’s gaze had been fixed on her chest ever since she was seated.
“Fortunately, there isn’t anyone’s name… President Isaman, you’ve misunderstood. The shape of your necklace is too unique. It looks like something only girls with lovers would wear, so I just wanted to see if your boyfriend’s name is engraved on it!”
“Bella, your focus has always been different from others. I don’t have a boyfriend. How about you introduce one to me? Since you’re so interested in the topic.”
“Alright. Isn’t there a ready-made one here? There’s no need to search, it’s right in front of you. I’ll help you engrave my name onto the necklace for you!”
“You…. stop joking around. Let’s talk about proper matters!”
In terms of shame, Isaman really wasn’t Bella’s opponent. In order not to fall into Bella’s ploy with this unintentional topic, President Isaman chose to get the topic back on track. Girl, there were more important matters on hand than looking for a boyfriend! Really.
After Bella won the bet, President Isaman would become her person, and there was no rush for the moment. With this in mind, Bella sat back gracefully and poured a glass of wine for Isaman.
President Isaman picked up the high-stemmed wine glass, her pair of beautiful blue eyes gazing into the glass of blood-red wine for a long time before touching her glass to Bella’s and taking a sip.
This female rogue really wasn’t simple. She knew when to bend and when to stretch. It was no wonder that so many girls had been ‘corrupted’ by her. Isaman had thought that Bella would persist in her boyfriend problems, but unexpectedly, Bella knew when to stop. Although she was a little unwilling, Isaman had to admit that Bella was much more scheming than many of the old foxes she’d met before.
Bella saw that Isaman didn’t even blink as she drank down a large glass of ‘Demon’s Feast’ and whispered internally that this Isaman seemed to be a master when it came to wine. Sylvia and Natasha had drunk the same glass of Demon’s Feast, but their eyes had turned a little confused while this student president’s expression had never changed at all.
Fortunately, she didn’t intend to do the same thing she had done to the Disciplinary Committee’s Chief Natasha as President Isaman probably wouldn’t get intoxicated. Demon’s Feast wasn’t a cheap wine, and it pained her to have to use more of it.
“Bella, I already know about what happened in the Alcott Valley yesterday. Thank you for saving my little sister, Pamela. However, I just don’t understand when the demons started to have such powerful skeleton soldiers. Over ten thousand troops from Manasvir Empire only managed to kill two thousand skeleton soldiers before getting annihilated.”
“Also, the Rock Puppets of Alcott Valley have disappeared, and there are obvious signs of explosions near Simon Quarry. It’s so strange. I asked President Ivy, who came back with you, but she said she didn’t know much about the situation. Do you know anything about it?!”
Bella nearly sprayed out the wine in her mouth, but she managed to hold back. She cursed the officials from Manasvir Empire who were in charge of this matter in her heart. Those idiots couldn’t even act and had been too reluctant to even send a few more people to Simon Quarry to help cover for her.
Also, were they incapable of faking their military exploits?! She had left behind the bones of a thousand skeleton soldiers, and they actually went and reported it honestly to their superiors. Couldn’t they have broken them to bits before sending it up? If she’d known it would be like this, Bella would’ve taken care of it herself.
Ivy certainly wouldn’t have said anything. Bella had been the one to bring her back, tossing her straight onto the bed in the secret room and spending an entire night with her. Right now, President Ivy had already ‘fallen’, and out of the Five Major Campuses of Olsylvia Academy, other than President Isaman and President Lucia, the other three Student Union Presidents had already fallen under Bella’s ‘control’.
“Isaman, I also won’t know even if you ask me like that! You can go ask your sister!”
“There’s no need for that. It’s great as long as Pamela’s fine. The secret of her being a princess can’t be made public for the time being. But, did you really not do anything bad to her? How come she’s been clamoring to move into your dormitory ever since she returned? She not even willing to stay in the barracks.”
“I really haven’t. I didn’t do anything bad to Pamela… President Isaman, the reason you’ve made so much effort to come and see me can’t be because of these kinds of wretched things, right?”
Bella and Isaman’s interview took a whole afternoon to finish, and what they talked about between them was unknown at the moment. However, it didn’t appear to be a difficult transaction. President Isaman’s mood never fluctuated, and it seemed that everything was within her control.
“Well? What do you guys think of this big sister?”
After the party, Bella watched as Isaman departed, then asked the lolita maids around her for their opinions. When Isaman had left, she had deliberately wrapped herself in the conservative Olsylvia Academy school uniform – she probably hadn’t wanted anyone other than Bella to see how she looked in an evening gown.
Sooner or later, the sapphire on her chest would be engraved with Bella’s name. Bella put away her regret and began to think about how to obtain Isaman more quickly. President Ivy and the others would be moving in the day after tomorrow. Isaman was as a President of the school union and giving her the ‘privilege’ of roaming around outside wasn’t very good.
“Elder sis, President Isaman isn’t a good person! None of my little friends dared to come near her while she was making her way here.”
“Sister, I feel that way too. I added a bit of evil magic to the Demon’s Feast. If she had been a pure priest, she wouldn’t have been able to drink it without having a reaction.”
Angel and Mia didn’t hesitate to take the lead in expressing their opinions, though their intentions weren’t to scold President Isaman. For them, as demon and evil gods, praising someone as being good was the true way of insulting someone. Bella knew this and didn’t think too much of it.
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