Chapter 100
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Volume 3 + Chapter 100: A Straightforward Compliment
“My fated rival, what are you doing here?”
Xia Yi heard the familiar voice behind her.
She turned around to see none other than her current roommate—Yue Liu!
“Fox Carrot?” Xia Yi was a little surprised at the coincidence of running into her here.
“Don’t call me that in public!” Yue Liu protested.
It was only then that Xia Yi noticed—the little fox was dressed differently than usual.
Yue Liu’s striking pink hair, usually left loose, was tied into a ponytail that cascaded over her fair, jade-like shoulders.
In Xia Yi’s memory, even at formal events, Yue Liu always wore her red-and-white shrine maiden attire.
But today was different.
She was in an elegant gown, her ample curves accentuated by the dress’s design, her slender waist so delicate it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand. The skirt draped over her snow-white legs, highlighting their graceful lines—enough to draw anyone’s attention.
Though usually eccentric, when properly dressed up, Yue Liu was undeniably beautiful.
Given a little more time to mature, she would undoubtedly grow into the kind of devastating beauty that could topple nations.
As long as she stayed silent, she exuded an air of refined elegance.
But…
Staying silent was impossible for her.
The moment Yue Liu opened her mouth, that illusion shattered.
“Fufufu, my fated rival, did you not declare that even if the heavens crumbled and the world ended, you would never set foot in this grand revelry? And yet, here you are, sneaking in without a word!”
“Well…”
Xia Yi thought for a moment.
She couldn’t exactly tell Yue Liu she was here to find the Witch, could she?
Explaining everything from the beginning would be far too troublesome.
Even if she mentioned the Witch, Yue Liu wouldn’t understand—after all, no one else could see her.
She needed a different excuse.
After a brief pause, Xia Yi looked at Yue Liu and smiled.
“I came to see you.”
“Eh?!”
The little fox froze.
“Today, Yue Liu, you’re even prettier than usual. It’s honestly surprising,” Xia Yi said. “It seems no matter what style you try, you can pull it off effortlessly.”
“Uuu…!”
Yue Liu’s face flushed bright red.
Such a straightforward compliment from Xia Yi left her utterly flustered, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
“W-What nonsense are you spouting…?!”
“Huh? I’m just telling the truth.”
Xia Yi tilted her head.
Yue Liu really was like this—silent, she was stunning.
“Tch! As expected of you, my fated rival! T-Trying to unsettle me with such underhanded tactics! But I’ve already seen through your wicked scheme! You won’t shake me so easily! Useless…!”
Despite her bold words, Yue Liu’s ears were burning, and she couldn’t even bring herself to meet Xia Yi’s gaze directly.
Xia Yi scanned the area, searching for any trace of the Witch.
“Hmm? Over there… We’ll talk later.”
Suddenly, she seemed to catch a faint trace of the Witch’s presence and hurried off without another word.
Yue Liu, still lost in her own world, didn’t notice and continued muttering to herself.
“Hah! No rebuttal? Too afraid to deny it, I see! Clearly, I’ve struck a nerve! Admit it—you were just worried no one would dance with you, weren’t you? Hmph! As your destined rival for the next ten thousand years, did you really think I wouldn’t see through that? You humans and your pride… Honestly, if you were that desperate, I suppose I could’ve considered—Eh?”
Only then did Yue Liu realize Xia Yi was already gone.
Meaning everything she’d just said had gone unheard.
Uuuuaaaah!!
She was furious!
Once again, the Silver Dragon had toyed with her emotions and then vanished! She was so mean!
“Damn you, my rival! How dare you mess with me like this?! Just you wait—if I get the chance during this social, I’ll make sure to conquer you properly!”
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Meanwhile…
“Lia, thank you again for lending us your estate for the Freshman Social. We’d have been in quite a predicament otherwise.”
The student council president of Laurel Academy stood by the second-floor balcony, gazing down at the fully decorated ballroom below with satisfaction.
“It’s nothing, President. As a member of the student council, it’s only natural. Besides, I wanted this year’s Freshman Social to be livelier, to attract more participants… so more people could… hehe,” Lia replied, her tone shifting slightly.
“By the way, President, have you already chosen a dance partner?”
“Yes, I accepted one of the invitations.”
“That girl must be quite fortunate, then.”
“What about you, Lia? Have you accepted anyone’s invitation this year?”
“Not at all,” Lia answered smoothly.
The president remembered last year’s social event.
Many had tried to invite the Schubert family’s young lady, but none had received a response.
Everyone assumed Lia simply wouldn’t participate in the dance segment.
But just before the dance began, Lia had followed an old tradition—publicly inviting someone on the spot.
This was a risky move.
Issuing a spontaneous invitation in front of everyone was far more dramatic than arranging a partner beforehand, but the downside was obvious—if rejected, the embarrassment could cost one their social standing for the entire year.
But Lia hadn’t done things the conventional way.
Instead of quietly selecting one person, she had openly asked—
“Who wants to be my dance partner? Step forward.”
The boldness of it had stunned the crowd.
Given her status as the Schubert heiress—a position arguably more prestigious than some princesses—it was no surprise that not just men, but even women, had eagerly volunteered.
In the end, Lia had simply picked one at random.
Less like choosing a dance partner, more like selecting a prop for her own amusement.
And yet, on the dance floor, she had outshone everyone, turning the entire event into her personal stage.
From that day on, Lia Schubert’s popularity had skyrocketed.
So the president couldn’t help but wonder—would the Schubert heiress repeat last year’s performance, handpicking another lucky or unlucky participant to serve as her accessory while she once again dominated the dance floor?
“Does that mean you’ll do the same as last year, Lia?” the president asked, curiosity piqued.
“Well…”
Lia’s gaze swept across the attendees flooding into the venue—until it landed on a certain black-haired girl.
Faced with the president’s question, the Schubert heiress gave a rather surprising reply.
