Chapter 211

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Chapter 211: Jealousy

In the morning, Michelle opened her eyes, finished her morning routine, and called out to Mr. Devil several times before leaving, but received no response.

Either he was not there, or this tactic was no longer effective.

Perhaps she had already mastered the basics of the Golden Engraving, so there was no need for further lessons in the days to come.

This left her feeling slightly disappointed.

In the morning class, Alena sat beside her.

"What, it’s already over?" Michelle widened her eyes. "Is the Knight Order that efficient?"

"Auntie’s explanation was a bit ambiguous. I suspect it wasn’t the work of the Knight Order and the police," Alena propped her cheek. "But the mastermind behind it, you would never guess."

"Professor Gamira."

"How did you know?"

"I have my sources of information too," Michelle thought to herself. Of course, Mr. Devil told her. What could a countryside girl like her know?

But now, when she thought back, she broke out in a cold sweat. She had actually been so close to a dark sorcerer and had even had friendly interactions with her as student and teacher. If she were to go back now, she would probably have the immediate reaction of running away in fear.

"Eh…" Alena elongated her tone. "So you know about Judy’s situation too?"

"I’m not sure about that," Michelle asked, "I don’t know when she went missing."

Alena twirled her pen with her fingers. "She is currently being questioned, and she will probably be returned to the school afterwards."

"But isn’t she dangerous?"

"Not dangerous, the real danger lies elsewhere. She is just a victim, like someone who was deceived into a pyramid scheme."

"I thought I wouldn’t see her for some time," Michelle really didn’t want to meet her.

"Didn’t you defeat her?"

"A close victory," Michelle knew very well in her heart. She could boast about this achievement, but when it comes to real challenges, she wouldn’t accept many challenge invitations, "Winning by luck, it’s like defeating a boss in a game. Just because you cleared it once, does that guarantee you can do it every time?"

"Sure, the method of skipping class can be used countless times."

"But sooner or later, you will have to make up for the missed classes!" Michelle complained. "You really do like taking shortcuts, unlike me, an honest hardworking person."

Alena squinted her eyes… You? Hardworking type?

You are hardworking, but your efforts have basically not paid off.

You must have cheated. Although I don’t know what kind of cheat you used, using flashy moves like Wind, Spirit, and Moon with just a snap of your fingers, isn’t that worse than skipping class?

"I have nothing to say about that," Alena was depressed and sighed. "I still really want to see that mister again."

Alena… Michelle wanted to say, although that gentleman is very handsome, but he has been dead for many years, so the likelihood of having a passionate love or upgrading to a close relationship is probably futile. Besides, you are not Chou Saki Shinben.

"Hmm?"

"I will comfort you."

"Why do you assume that I will definitely have a broken heart?"

"Even if I have a broken heart, it’s not so bad. I’ve never been dumped my whole life."

"Your preferences are really peculiar."

"……"

Cafeteria.

Today’s lunch was quite abundant. To reward herself, she decided to have a good meal. After lying in the medical facility all day yesterday, her body had suffered some exhaustion.

Michelle quite enjoyed eating various junk food from the alliance, like hamburgers, pizza, soda, and fried chicken legs, because she was on the third floor.

They didn’t sell set meals here, but à la carte. She indulged herself in the food. Alena didn’t come along because she was an outstanding student, and the professor asked her to help prepare for the alliance event.

"An alliance event, I really want to participate."

"Then why not sign up and give it a try? It’s not too late, and you should be able to pass the preliminary selection."

A sudden voice came out of nowhere.

Michelle was startled. "Selvicer…"

"Just call me Judy. Do you mind if I join you?" The Blooded sat down with her long purple hair flowing.

Michelle and her weren’t close enough to sit and eat together, so there was a slight sense of discomfort.

A hamster is still a hamster, even if it has been enhanced to the point of being able to kill a bear with one punch, its silly appearance, with a fondness for nibbling on melon seeds, remained unchanged.

She wondered how to greet Judy. Asking directly about her injuries might come off as arrogant, especially since many of Michelle’s injuries were self-inflicted. It would give off a sense of arrogantly dismissing others’ pain.

Michelle struggled with her lack of communication skills, but she still noticed a difference in the other person.

"What happened to your hair?"

Originally, Judy’s hair color was dark red.

"This is my original hair color." Judy asked, "Didn’t you know?"

As Michelle looked at Judy’s confident expression, she felt like her temperament had changed in just one day. From the previously resentful and domineering attitude, she had become confident and calm.

"No problem, no problem…" Michelle blurted out a phrase she had heard Mr. Devil say in her hometown dialect.

" The Ming Country’s language? What does that mean?" Judy didn’t understand.

"It means that you’re not sick anymore," Michelle coughed, "Congratulations on your recovery."

"Thank you," Judy nodded and smiled, "I was cured, not just on the outside but inside too… Did you really see it?"

Of course I can see it, such a cheerful smile is like having relieved decades of chronic constipation.

She inwardly made malicious judgments, her opinion of Judy remained the same, and when she saw her suddenly looking refreshed, she couldn’t help but recall yesterday when she mercilessly beat her.

"I came to thank you and apologize," Judy said as she took out a card, "This is a token of apology."

"No need to be so polite," Michelle said, but when she looked down, her eyes suddenly lit up. It was a membership card for a beauty salon.

"It’s an anonymous membership card, and I just deposited ten thousand Euros in it." Euros are the official currency of Europa and the main currency in the Alliance, accepted worldwide except by the Sacred Religion.

"Ten thousand? That’s…" Michelle screamed inwardly. Ten thousand Euros were equivalent to half of her annual living expenses. Is this what it meant to be wealthy? Were all Blooded of minority races such rich women?

"You’re welcome," Judy said earnestly, "Besides, I won’t be using it anymore. I only go for regular hair coloring. I don’t like beauty treatments."

"What girl doesn’t like beauty treatments?" Michelle looked at the card, to be honest, she really wanted to accept it. Who didn’t want to become more beautiful?

And then she accepted it.

"I feel a little embarrassed," Michelle held the card.

"You saved my life," Judy had a clear sense of gratitude and grudges.

When she saw the other person accept the card, she leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, fingers intertwined and the backs of her fingers supporting her chin.

"Actually, I have prepared another gift," Judy said.

"Another one?" Michelle shook her head repeatedly, "I can’t accept this."

"It’s not for you," Judy changed the subject, "It’s for the gentleman behind you."

Michelle’s heart skipped a beat, her expression momentarily froze, and then she blinked, "Are you referring to the professor?"

Judy held the straw and stirred her drink, the pearls spinning in the pink liquid.

"The Golden Technique, never before seen in the history of the Alliance."

"I don’t think I could be mistaken."

She cautiously measured her words.

"I have no ill intentions, nor do I covet anything. I just wanted to say ‘thank you’ to him…in person."

She took a slightly nervous sip from her drink, raised her eyes, and discreetly glanced at Michelle.

"Really, I haven’t revealed this secret to anyone."

Michelle tilted her head, "The technique you’re talking about, I created it. Are you mistaken?"

Judy was taken aback, and she pursed her lips. "Is that so? It seems that I was a bit too impatient and made a mistake. I’m sorry."

Michelle maintained a polite and distant smile. "It’s nothing. It sounds like you’ve had some fascinating experiences as well."

Judy touched her cheek. "Well, I can’t say if it was a possession or some kind of divine intervention, but I really want to see him again."

Michelle’s acting skills weren’t sufficient to sustain her fake smile of kindness. "It sounds quite unsettling. Just the mention of demonic possession is already frightening."

"I won’t bother you any longer." Judy stood up. "Enjoy your meal."

She walked toward the stairs, and before leaving, she glanced back at Michelle. "Demonic possession… a demon? Sir? Michelle Hope…"

She seemed to chew on the words for a moment, pressing against the bubbling emotions in her chest. "So this is what jealousy feels like."