Alice walked over to the bedside and looked down at him from above. Her cool voice was full of relentless teasing.
As if casually, she produced an exquisite crystal bottle engraved with the Phoenix crest of the House of Aksia from inside her sleeve and placed it gently on the nightstand not far from him.
“This is my family’s healing medicine. It’s useful for external wounds. Don’t misunderstand—I just don’t want you to go around looking like a pig’s head and disgracing our Papal State.”
Oh, she’s lying. Lorin looked at the bottle of top-grade recovery potion, which was worth a fortune outside, and felt a warm current in his heart.
Although he was a bit dull, he knew very well—having read countless romance novels in his past life, he understood that this was the classic tsundere way of caring for a friend.
“Thank you for the gift, Princess.”
Lorin grinned cheekily and couldn’t help teasing her.
“But I heard from the butler that on the day I was attacked, you were so anxious you mobilized the Royal Knights overnight…”
“Shut up! Who was anxious?!”
Alice was like a ragdoll cat whose tail had been stepped on. The tips of her delicate ears hidden among her pink hair blushed red as if bleeding. She bit her lip, turned her head to stare stubbornly at the scenery outside the window, and her legs wrapped in white silk stockings closed together unnaturally.
“I was just fulfilling my duty as the heir of the Papal State—eliminating the Cultists!”
Seeing her flustered like that, Lorin couldn’t help laughing like an old aunt inside.
’Great, so at this point in time, my friendship with Alice hasn’t broken yet. Princess Alice, rest assured that in this life, our friendship will last forever and be unbreakable.’
’Tsundere—truly the greatest treasure of human civilization!’
“Alright, I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense.”
Alice forcibly suppressed the heat in her cheeks, turned around, and took out a parchment envelope sealed with gold from the pocket on her skirt. With a slap, she smacked it onto Lorin’s chest.
“What’s this?”
Lorin was stunned.
“Selar Academy’s entrance exam qualification letter.”
Alice suddenly became serious, looking straight at Lorin with her cool eyes, and said earnestly.
“Go to the Holy Mountain with it in half a month and take the exam.”
“Selar Academy?!”
Lorin was so shocked he almost bit off his tongue.
That was the number one academy on the continent, a place that gathered the most abnormal geniuses and madmen! More importantly, in the original owner’s memory, this was the big stage where the Heaven’s Chosen female protagonists gathered, the beginning of Lucia’s harem, and also the start of his being tortured as a villain.
Scenes of being utterly crushed by the Heaven’s Chosen female protagonists looped in his mind.
In the written exam, he got caught passing notes to Laura by the genius heiress disciplinary committee chair, who made him stand in front of all the examinees and loudly introduce himself.
In the practical exam, he tried to ambush Lucia and ended up hung from a tree, spun like a top.
…
“No… Alice, look at me, I’m half-paralyzed, and I’m a ‘Non-magical Person’ with no magic at all!”
Lorin’s face was full of resistance. Are you kidding me? In his past life, he studied until he puked, and finally transmigrated into a top-tier rich second generation. His only wish in this life was to loaf around and enjoy life! Go to school? Screw that!
Seeing Lorin acting like mud that wouldn’t stick to the wall, hesitating and giving up, Alice’s anger instantly flared.
“Lorin Morsat!”
Alice suddenly leaned in, her breath carrying the fragrance of sacred flowers spraying onto Lorin’s nose. Clearly, she was truly angry.
“How long are you going to be so decadent?! Do you think that because you caught one Sal, the poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows will let you go? If the heir of the Morsat family is a useless fool with no means of self-defense, you’ll eventually be eaten alive, bones and all! Don’t you understand?!”
Alice clenched the letter tightly. Her cherry-pink eyes actually misted over, like spring cherry blossoms shrouded in thin mist. Her trembling voice was filled with the anger of disappointed expectations.
“I don’t care what method you use. On the exam day, you must show up! Otherwise, I, Alice Akhia, will never speak to you again in this life!”
With that, Alice spun around abruptly and, as if fleeing, ran out of the room with her leather shoes going click-clack-clack.
Leaving behind only a breeze mixed with the fragrance of sacred flowers, and a stunned Lorin standing like a wooden chicken.
Outside the door, the wall lamps in the corridor cast layers of dim, obscure light.
The old butler of the Morsat family stood silently by the door, watching the princess whose eyes were slightly red and who was trembling with anger.
“Princess Alice…”
The old butler bowed slightly, his face full of wrinkles and the tenderness of an elder.
“You were clearly more worried about the young master’s safety than anyone. From the moment he disappeared, you put aside all your church duties and personally searched the outskirts of the Mist Forest for two full days and nights. During the time he was unconscious, you stayed by his bedside without a single moment of sleep, and only pretended to leave after he woke up.”
The old butler paused, his aged voice carrying a sigh of confusion.
“Why… don’t you tell the young master these things?”
Alice’s footsteps suddenly stopped.
On her usually proud, beautiful face, two extremely attractive blushes appeared. She tilted her head slightly, hiding her ears, which seemed about to bleed, deep into her waterfall-like pink hair.
“Nosey…”
Night fell quietly, driving away the sunset glow.
Lorin lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position, staring blankly at the ceiling.
“Go take the exam for Selar Academy? But I really just want to be a waste.”
Just as Lorin was sighing and about to fall asleep in a daze, his vision suddenly blurred.
The height of his vision inexplicably dropped several notches.
The silk pajamas that had fit him perfectly suddenly lost support from his broad shoulders. The collar sagged, sliding down along his now-round, small shoulders, bunching up at his elbows.
His chest was completely flat.
There was no sign of development at all—flat and unremarkable. A girl’s slender body looked empty in the oversized men’s pajamas.
Lorin suddenly woke up with a start and looked down.
Following the snow-white, delicate neck downward, a pair of slender, fair feet emerged from the wide pajama pants, standing on the wool carpet. The tips of her toes curled slightly as the night wind blew in from the window.
Like a flustered little rabbit, she scrambled and crawled to the floor-length mirror.
In the mirror, there was suddenly a beautiful silver dragon loli, whose height was just above a sprout, with waist-length silver-white hair, crystal dragon horns on her head, and ice-blue eyes!
Sai Linna!
“Why?! Didn’t those Cultists all die?! Why am I suddenly transforming at home in the middle of the night?!”
Sai Linna grabbed her silver hair in despair, letting out a soft, wailing cry.
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