From a distance, Adelina had rushed over the moment she saw the demon appear in front of Felyn. But Viloti and Bernice had already launched their attacks before she could arrive.
They didn’t manage to kill it in one go, and the demon began casting Origin Magic to randomly teleport.
Adelina wasn’t caught in the spell’s range, but the person she was most worried about had vanished before her eyes.
Although the Origin Magic would wear off in four hours, that was more than enough time for Felyn to die a hundred times.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before someone defeated the demon, and the figure she had been so worried about appeared again in front of her.
But it wasn’t quite as she had imagined.
Adelina saw Felyn’s body tightly embraced by Viloti.
She could read the look in Viloti’s eyes—an expression full of admiration and affection.
That wicked woman Viloti must’ve used Felyn’s safety as leverage to forcefully hug him!
Ahhh! How could she do that?!
Adelina marched forward under Viloti’s gaze, quickly arriving by Felyn’s side.
She tucked away the jealous expression from earlier, replacing it with one of concern.
“Felyn, are you hurt?”
“Adelina? You’re here too?”
Felyn noticed Adelina biting her lip, her eyes glued to his chest, and only then realized—he was still holding onto Viloti.
Oh no!
Even if it’s off-duty hours, there’s no need to be cuddling with another woman in front of a client—especially when that woman’s a rival of Adelina.
She’s not going to take revenge during the next session, right? She’s not going to punish me, is she?
Felyn quickly let go, gently pushing Viloti’s shoulders, and turned to greet Adelina.
Viloti was caught off guard by the push. Her fingers still clung to his clothes, and for a moment, she stood there, lost.
“Don’t…”
Viloti whimpered softly, but Felyn’s warmth had already slipped away.
Adelina saw Felyn push Viloti away, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but rise.
He rejected Viloti’s embrace and her shameless clinging!
He really loves me!
Viloti watched Felyn’s back move further and further from her—those arms that made her feel safe were now reaching out to Adelina.
Don’t go…
She didn’t say it aloud. She only stood there blankly.
“Your Felyn just walked off to another woman.”
Bernice stood nearby, arms crossed, gleefully stirring the pot.
She wanted to see what these two women really felt about Felyn.
Miss Daiyi, looks like you’ve got a lot of competition for love.
Viloti’s expression darkened. She stared at Adelina and reached into her bag.
She forgot that her spell sigils had been wiped out by the Origin Magic, so she came up empty-handed.
That rose-tea-haired, big-breasted harlot… I only let her get close to Felyn because I pitied her unrequited feelings. But now she dares try to steal him from me?
“Lady Adelina, what a surprise to see you here.”
Seeing Felyn leave her side to approach Adelina, Adelina placed her hands on her hips, tilted her chin slightly, and stood proudly.
Behind her, the word “Pride” practically shimmered in the air.
Felyn clearly still loved her—Viloti must’ve just forcibly hugged him.
Felyn was innocent. The guilty one was Viloti.
“I just happened to be here and saw you all encounter a demon. I was planning to help, but I didn’t make it in time.”
Adelina reached out, trying to check if Felyn was injured, but he deftly dodged her hand.
You wanna touch me? That’s extra.
Felyn chuckled and ignored the stunned look in Adelina’s eyes. “Lady Adelina, I’m too dirty right now. I’d hate to soil your hands.”
“Wha…?!” Adelina’s heart clenched.
He must feel insecure, not wanting to leave a bad impression in front of me.
But I don’t mind at all.
Adelina looked at Felyn, who seemed a bit uneasy, and her heart ached for him.
He must be suffering inside, feeling ashamed to appear before me in this state.
“Felyn, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. You should go home and rest. Do you want me to arrange an escort for you?”
What’s going on? This young lady didn’t get angry today?
I was hugging Viloti, for crying out loud! Viloti, the woman she hates! And she’s just letting me leave like that?
Felyn couldn’t make sense of Adelina’s logic anymore, so he gave up trying.
“No need, Lady Adelina. I can get home on my own.”
He turned to Viloti. She was still standing in place, those amber eyes fixed on him.
He had only hugged her to increase the odds of a higher-tier spell sigil appearing.
Hopefully she wouldn’t read too much into it.
“Viloti, are you alright?” He noticed something was off with her expression. “I’m going to head back now—what about you?”
“I still have some things to do.”
Viloti’s voice was soft, but her eyes had shifted to Adelina. The gentleness in them was instantly replaced with ice.
“I… I see.”
Felyn’s figure and the masked girl beside him vanished together.
After he left, the air seemed to drop a few degrees in temperature.
Viloti and Adelina stood at a distance, facing off, their eyes locking in midair.
“Miss Viloti, fancy meeting you here.” Adelina returned to her familiar elegant and gentle demeanor.
“You should give up.” Viloti was just as cold.
“Hm? Give up on what?” Adelina tilted her head.
“Felyn doesn’t like you. Give up.” Viloti’s voice was icy, her amber eyes staring directly at Adelina.
Adelina froze. She hadn’t expected Viloti to be so blunt. She instinctively wanted to deny that she liked Felyn, but instead, her throat betrayed her.
“Miss Viloti, I should be the one saying that. Do you think clinging to Felyn will end well for you? He clearly doesn’t love you anymore.”
“But Felyn hugged me just now,” Viloti said with a hint of smugness.
“You…!”
Adelina’s elegance cracked. Flames of fury ignited in her gray-blue eyes.
Aaaargh! This insufferable woman!
“So what? Didn’t Felyn push you away and come to me afterward? Who do you think weighs more in his heart?”
The air between them turned scorching. On the matter of Felyn, neither Viloti nor Adelina would back down.
But inside, Viloti felt more unsettled.
Because Felyn had pushed her away… and gone to speak with Adelina.
Maybe he just wanted to say hello, but Viloti hated the feeling of being pushed away from him.
She wanted to stay by Felyn’s side—in his arms.
“We’re leaving.”
The confrontation ended with Viloti turning to leave first.
Her guards followed behind, their footsteps fading into the dungeon corridor.
The tense atmosphere gradually dissipated with her departure, and the dungeon returned to its usual quiet, as if nothing had happened.
But Viloti and Adelina weren’t about to pretend like nothing had happened.
Back home, Viloti sat staring at her communication sigil, lost in thought for a long while.
“Miss Sophia.” She finally dialed in.
She wasn’t going to let that big-busted woman steal Felyn away.
“Viloti? Is something the matter?”
“You mentioned before wanting to help tutor Felyn at home. I’ve given it some thought, and in the spirit of school cooperation, I’ve decided to agree.”
Viloti’s cheeks were slightly red, and she clutched a caterpillar plush tightly to her chest.
If she didn’t take the initiative now, Felyn might really leave her forever… and fall into Adelina’s arms.
“Eh?”
On the other end, Sophia—who was washing dishes while answering the call—froze mid-scrub.
Something definitely happened between those two just now!
Did they… confess or something?
“Let me think… how about Thursday? The joint exams are on Sunday, so the timing works out.”
As someone with experience, Sophia was thinking way ahead.
Like, what if the two of them, alone in his house, full of hormones, end up “exhausting themselves all night”?
Overexertion wouldn’t be good for the exam. They’d need time to recover.
Thursday would be just right—no interference with studies.
“Understood. Thank you, Miss Sophia.”
Meanwhile, in another part of the estate…
Behind a large desk, the master of the estate—Lord Silafiel—sat in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.
The office was silent, save for the sound of pages turning as Silafiel read.
It was a report submitted by Viloti’s guards.
Although Viloti had forbidden them from reporting, an encounter with a demon in the dungeon—especially one where she was nearly harmed—couldn’t be overlooked.
Another file sat on the desk, freshly delivered by the butler: a compiled summary of rumors and gossip about Viloti at school.
Silafiel put the documents down and pressed a bell on the desk.
“You called, Lord Silafiel?”
“If Viloti plans to go out anytime soon, make sure I’m informed.”
“Understood, Lord Silafiel.”
(End of Chapter)