rlin turned toward the voice and saw soone he never would have expected—Nysera.
She stood there calmly in her academy uniform. Her skirt was short, reaching her thighs, and she wore alluring white stockings.
Her silver hair was tied into a high ponytail, with a dragon-scale-shaped ribbon hanging from the right side of her head.
Her beauty was srizing, yet sharp as a rose thorn. The male students could only stare in awe, none of them daring to approach.
Margaret, Luna, Catrine, Monica, and Liora were startled by Nysera's sudden appearance.
Margaret, Luna, and Catrine, in particular, imdiately beca cautious.
Although the three of them often argued and believed they were the perfect match for rlin, they shared one unspoken agreent—no other girl was allowed to enter that competition.
If soone tried, they would work together to kick out any girl bold enough to challenge them.
And now, Nysera had appeared out of nowhere, making them panic and grow wary.
On the other hand, rlin remained calm and relaxed. He smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"
Seeing his calm expression, Nysera felt a slight stir in her heart. But she quickly composed herself and said honestly, "I want to talk to you about sothing. If it's not too much trouble, could you spare a mont?"
Before rlin could answer, Luna suddenly interrupted.
"rlin, don't agree to it. Don't you rember how arrogant she was before? I think she has bad intentions toward you."
Margaret took a bite of a chicken drumstick and nodded in agreent.
"Luna's right. You'd better just refuse."
Even Catrine, who was usually indifferent and cold, chid in.
"Brother, don't get involved with her. I feel like she's not a good person."
Nysera: "…"
The corner of her mouth twitched, and the urge to slap all three of them surged inside her.
If they wanted to mock her, they could at least lower their voices. Despite Nysera's usual indifference, their words still cut deep.
But there was nothing she could do except wait for rlin's response.
She hoped he would accept her request, because there was sothing truly important she wanted to discuss. But if rlin refused, she didn't know when she would get another chance.
To her relief, rlin wasn't listening to the three of them. He stood up and pinched Luna's and Catrine's cheeks.
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" he snorted. "And have you forgotten that I defeated Nysera so decisively before? What could she possibly do to ?"
"Ugh…" Nysera clutched her chest, which ached as if it had been pierced by an arrow.
She thought only those three girls had uncontrollable mouths, but it turned out rlin did too!
That really hurt!
Luna and Catrine exchanged glances and smiled awkwardly. They hadn't expected rlin to see through them so easily.
rlin shook his head, then let go of their cheeks and turned toward Nysera.
"Let's go."
Nysera steadied her emotions and nodded. Afterward, she led rlin away from the cafeteria.
"I feel uneasy about that girl," Liora remarked as she cut a piece of chocolate cake and took a bite. "I feel like she doesn't have good intentions toward rlin."
The others, except Monica, nodded in agreent. Monica sipped her chocolate milkshake and said a little sheepishly, "Isn't that a bit… over the top? I an, Nysera has never been an to us. She just likes to fight people stronger than her."
Suddenly, all eyes turned to her, making her panic.
"I-I didn't an to defend her! It's just… Nysera doesn't seem an at all." Her voice trailed off as she lowered her head shyly.
"Pfft!" Margaret giggled and waved her hand. "Don't worry. We're just surprised you can actually defend soone too. That's kind of unexpected."
Luna, Catrine, and Liora nodded in agreent.
Monica let out a sigh of relief and smiled again.
"But now that I think about it… Nysera's body is really sothing, isn't it? Just look at how developed she is compared to us. Ugh… is it even normal for a girl our age?" Margaret growled, clearly jealous.
She had a great figure and pretty looks too, but compared to Nysera, she still fell a few points short.
"You're right." This ti, Luna agreed, her eyes filled with envy as she glanced down at her own chest. "I've always been confident in my appearance, but in front of Nysera, I feel inferior. Is it because she's from the dragon race that she has that kind of advantage?"
Luna could be described as curvy and well-proportioned, but Nysera seed to defy common sense.
Her figure—especially her chest—was so striking that Luna felt both jealous and nervous, afraid rlin might end up captivated by her. After all, he was a boy.
The conversation drifted into more suggestive topics. Only Monica stayed silent, quietly eating her food.
But every now and then, her eyes would drift to her small chest.
'Does rlin… like bigger ones?' she whispered, her expression sinking into sadness.
***
rlin and Nysera walked side by side. Occasionally, Nysera glanced at him, her eyes filled with curiosity.
rlin noticed, but he remained calm, pretending not to.
Soon, they arrived at a courtyard near the cafeteria. Not far away stood two twin trees, each about two ters tall, and they stopped beneath them.
"So…" rlin turned to face her, his expression calm. "What do you want to talk about?"
At the sa ti, he whispered, "Status panel."
[STATUS]
Na: Nysera Zarkhiel
Age: Over 100
Identity: Exiled Princess of the Silver Dragon Clan
Talent: S-Rank
Rank: Fifth Stage
Bloodline: Silver Dragon King (Gold Grade)
Bloodline Status: Not Yet Awakened
Favorability: 40
When he saw her favorability level, rlin was surprised. He clearly rembered that Nysera's affection had only been 20 points before, but now it had risen to 40.
The increase was unexpected, especially since rlin had defeated her so decisively—and even humiliated her in front of everyone.
'Could she be a masochist?'
As that thought crossed his mind, his heart fluttered slightly. He had never t a masochistic girl in person.
But in his previous life, he had seen plenty of them on certain restricted websites visited by n from all over the world.
Nysera, of course, had no idea what was going through rlin's head.
She inhaled softly and said, "First of all, I want to thank you for not killing in that arena."
She bowed at a forty-five-degree angle. "I know I was insolent back then. I even tried to kill you during that fight. But you forgave and only knocked unconscious. Once again… thank you."
Sotis, she lost control when facing an opponent stronger than her. She knew it wasn't good, but her monster instincts were so strong that she unconsciously gave in.
rlin smiled and casually waved his right hand.
"Don't worry about it. It doesn't an anything," he replied calmly.
Nysera let out a sigh of relief. Then she straightened up, her expression turning serious.
"The second thing…" She stared at him intensely. "This concerns you, rlin Clay. Are you…" Her eyes narrowed sharply. "A descendant of the Divine Dragon Calystron?"
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