"I don't know of any other younger sister that stares at her brother like a viper."
'Hey! I was just surprised that you suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
The fact that Deborah's features are so sharp and fierce that she seems to glare at someone even if she was just surprised is a weaknesses sometime.'
"Is something the matter?"
I was facing him after a long time, so I felt sick because of the repulsion I felt towards him, that was imprinted on this body.
'He was quiet for a while and now he comes to pick a fight again...Why?'
I bit my lips and looked up at him, even more fiercely.
"I heard you got in trouble again?"
"Hm? Are you a stalker?"
"Why would I follow someone like you? That's how you normally behave and, naturally reached my ears."
"I am not the successor of this family, so it doesn't matter what I do or not, but it seems that you care enough to listen to gossip."
"How dare you, a mere Princess, try to be equal to me, the heir?"
"You are behaving like someone who waits for the right timing to cause trouble.
I heard that the artifact research isn't going well...do you have time to fight with me like this?"
When he heard the word artifact, his expression wrinkled.
"My research is not something you should care about."
"I don't want to care about that either. So...either you let me go on my way, or you quickly tell me what you want."
"Alright, it seems that you, recently, have been meeting privately with Father very often."
"Yes, father often comes to see me."
"What is the reason?"
He asked while wiping his monocle with a handkerchief. His silver eyes sparkled with curiosity, like a snake.
"Must there be a special reason to meet with Father?
He calls me because he enjoys spending time with me. My Brothers are busy and are nowhere to be seen, it is hard to even see your face.
Who would think that I have two older brothers?"
It has been quite some time since I woke up as Deborah, and so far, this house was very emotionless, where the family never gathereds to have a meal together.
'Perhaps since, Rosad, the eldest son left because of the war, there is even less of a reason to gather.'
"Ha!"
Belreck scoffed at my words.
"Now you even know how to avoid the main subject, I see that you have become more cunning lately and you talk back more than before. Didn't you, last time, bring up the scandalous words of non-marriage?
You're managing to make me angry in new ways."
"Thank you for the compliment."
'I used to be a pushover that couldn't bring herself to say anything in return, but now I can even make a sadists like Belreck angry.
It is a huge improvement?'
"Let's just say that Father suddenly became lonely and spends time with you often, like you said..."
Belreck took a step closer, with a cunning smile, so in order to hold my ground, I clenched my fists so hard that my palms went numb.
"But that's all, don't go around acting presumptuously and obnoxious."
"Going around acting presumptuously?
Even a scholar named Patrick, whom you cherish, has left me alone.
Have I ever been as quiet as I have been these days?"
"Yes, I heard that you fired the son of the Stephen family!!"
He opened his eyes wide and screamed.
'Ahhh, Jamie Stephen, the name of that librarian who was rude and narrow-minded every time he opened his mouth.'
.....................
"Father, I would like you to take disciplinary action against a librarian called Jamie Stephen for crossing the line with me."
"Crossing the line?"
"Yes, when I went to the library, he told me to go out because that place doesn't handle romance books.
It is a narrow-minded remark that looks down on one genre of literature."
"What a ludicrous remark...cheeky bastard!"
.....................
It was a matter that was difficult to let go of, so I asked Duke Seymour to discipline the librarian while we were having a meal the other day.
'I didn't expect him to get fired right away, that is why people have to build good relationships.'
'If Belreck is so upset about that, it seems that Jamie Stephen was his vassal.
Now I understand the situation better.
Because of that bastard librarian, that is why he is so rude to me, for that bastard that said I was looking for a third-rate novel!'
I remember the attitude of Belreck's vassals, who greeted me half-heartedly when we ran into each other near Duke Seymour's office.
'There is no way his underlings can respect me when their boss treats me like a stupid person and looks down on me.'
"The Stephen family are vassals that have followed Seymour for three generations.
Do you know what that means?"
"I don't know that, but... I know he is not qualified to manage the library."
"For how long are you going to say stupid things like that?
It's funny that you talk all over the place when you're a Seymour!
Put it into your empty head that your impulsive and emotional behavior is destroying this family's honor."
Belreck clawed at my pride with his relentless words.
'I can't believe he is talking to his only sister without a filter, now I can understand why Deborah hated Belreck and felt a sense of inferiority.
It is not enough that he is a jerk, he is also very narrow-minded.'
The reason why Belreck appeared so suddenly and blurted out abusive words was because I exerted my authority over personnel through my Father. How offensive it must be to have a younger sister, who is infinitely lacking for his standards, who has been sucking up to the most powerful person in the family and is behaving presumptuously.
'There is no other, puppet, Princess with no authority, like me, in the whole world!
The princess of the Duke Selig's family, the one who supported Mia in the novel, had many vassals with various abilities and even soldiers, and I am in a situation where I don't even have a maid I can bring around freely... although I brought that upon myself.
I mean, why must I be the one who gets the retributive justice for Deborahâs actions?'
"I just dismissed an incompetent person that wasn't qualified to be the Seymour's librarian, and I didn't act impulsively or emotionally."
I talked slowly, suppressing my irritation.
"Wasn't qualified?!"
"Exactly."
"That person worked as an Imperial Librarian, and he is particularly knowledgeable in the magical field.
As a Seymour, you are the one who lacks competence."
"But how can the Imperial Librarian not even answer my simple, question?"
"What kind of absurd question did you ask?"
"Is the book 'Imperial Politics and Economy' in the political field? Or in the economic field?"
Belreck hesitated for a moment.
'With their system, which doubled the books on the same subject, it was not possible to answer, except for a few cases.'
Belreck was caught off-guard.
"I don't go to the library that often, but I immediately saw a blind spot in the classification system.
While he lived with books every day, he didn't pay attention to that problem...isn't that being underqualified as a librarian?"
I pouted and Belreck frown insisted.
"I can't believe you asked such an ill-tempered question just to tease a librarianâ¦"
"Ill-tempered? I was just criticizing poor practice.
Brother, aren't you the one who is judging me too emotionally?
Oh!...now I see you are an emotional person.
Well, it takes one to know one."
He gritted his teeth, irritated by my words.
"Deborah, the method of categorizing books by subject is also used by the Imperial Family, because it is the most effective one."
"What do you mean effective?
If, by chance, I only know the name of the author and not the title of the book, how do I find it?"
"Isn't the librarian's job to find the book the employer wants as quickly as possible?
That is why I scouted Jamie Stephen, has a good knowledge in the magical field. But you took the liberty of firing him for no reason.
Without any alternative."
'I see the librarians' abilities are measured like that here. That is why the classification of materials hasn't been further developed.'
"I will find an amazing alternative sooner or later."
"An alternative?"
Belreck crossed his arms and scoffed at me.
"I didn't know you had a knack for bluffing...stop it and be mindful of how you behave.
Give up on Philap now."
"Philap is not my type, honestly, I don't like the macho type that doesn't know how to communicate."
I whispered feeling a exhausted.
"Alright, alright, if that's what you say. Go and rest."
Belreck, tapped me on the shoulder and slowly walked through the hall and into the darkness.
âWhat if I prove that I am not bluffing?"
I shouted loudly at him,
"Then, I will personally call you' older sister Deborah'."
'I will remember, you bastard!'
I fiddled with the mana stone that had a recording function as I looked at Belreck's back, which was getting smaller and smaller.
I purchased one because I thought that I won't be able to live this life if something unfair happens to me again, because of that bastard Philap.
So, I stopped by Maisond yesterday and bought it.
Since they the Maisond is an informant guild, I thought they might have some artifacts with recording functions, and it was as expected.
'But it was sooooooo expensive.
It would be about 3 million won in Korean money to record only 10 minutes...it's complete nonsense.
But at least it is not disposable device.
Earning 10 billion won, it is so difficult that I want to cry. I have so much jewelry but I can't sell it and every time I want to use money I have to write a household ledger...I really can't stop worrying about my pocket money situation.
This is why I don't understand the great Noble's mind.'
Sighing deeply, I tossed and turned for a long time in my bed, with my eyes open.
"I am so sleepyâ¦but I can't sleep."
......................
I walked through the Academy campus like a lone wolf.
'I am so sleepy, but I can't even yawn since I have to keep my honor as a wicked woman.'
While I was walking towards the classroom with bloodshot eyes like a vampire, I ran into a scene that was hard to ignore, behind the magic building.
'What is going on?'
My mind cleard up a bit, because the atmosphere looked serious.
A large nobleman was tormenting a young lady with a small body. The bastard didn't even realize I was standing in the corner and started arguing with the woman.
"Arin, are you really going to keep coming at the Academy?"
The woman cowered and the thick glasses on the bridge of her nose, slipped down.
"I heard that your family is ruined, yet you still manage to stay in the Academy.
Be honest, isn't it better to quit?
Even if they don't express it, everyone will laugh at you, you're looking like a beggar."
The nobelman chuckled badly, stepping on the hem of her worn-out skirt.
"Stop...please!"
"What's wrong? It's dirty, so even if I step on it, it won't be noticeable."
"Stop, it will rip."
The nobelman tugged even harder at the skirt, and the girls face turned paler.
"What sort of Academy is this, with a bitch that trembles in fear because she is afraid that one of her clothes will be torn.
I see you still have some useless hope about finishing the program for gifted people, but you should know your place, right?"
He taunted her, and snatched one of her books from her hands.
"Now, let's see...hmm⦠It's the Application of Intermediate Mana Formulas.
What are you going to use it for, when you look like a beggar?
It would be more beneficial to just use it to light the fire."
The nobleman teard the book pages, one by one.
The pale and frightened girl tried to get it back, but she was to weak.
"Stop, give it back!"
"What do you think will change if you read at a book like this? Why do women need to learn formulas? It's obvious just looking at the ratio between men and women taking formula classes, that men are smarter, it's not for nothing that there are many men among high-ranking wizards, Arin don't hold on to the things that won't work out anyway, just get married or something.
You know you won't be able to when you get older, right? Did you know? You're cute now soâ¦"
"Will you shut up?"
I finally stepped in front of them.
It's hard to pass by after seeing a man making sexist remarks and harassing a young lady while pressing her cheeks with his fingers.
I was even more irritated because it reminded me that in my previous life, one of the returning students was persistently walking around and asking why women need to learn engineering.
Judging from the situation, the nobelman was tormenting her because he had an inferiority complex about how he was not able to join the program for gifted people and of course it is easy to vent on a person whose family's financial status is worse than his.
'What a pathetic pig.
I know that I am being nosy, but I will get constipated if I just watch and do nothing... and that is not good for my white jade-like skin.'
"Princess Deborah?"
As soon as he saw me, the person best known for her evil reputation, the large nobleman turned pale.
'He looks like a big fat mouse who is going to get eaten by a sneak.'
"What are you looking at?
If you know who I am, lower your eyes and get lost."
I said while I was looking at him with my coldest glare. He was so tall that he overwhelmed most men, even if they were wearing heels.
"Princess Deborah, just go on your way, why are you interfering all of a sudden?"
"Because your ugly face is irritating me."
When the nobleman heard my reply, his chubby cheeks turned red.
"Wha-What did you say?
You never even met me before and you're suddenly arguing with me like this.
I have heard the rumors about you, but aren't you exaggerating? Even if you're Duke Seymour's daughter, there is a limit to what you can do!"
"Aren't you the one talking carelessly? I thought my ears would rot.
You were running your mouth, saying that women are few in numbers among mages...because they cannot solve formulas as good as men.
Do I look like a man to you?"
The nobelman's chubby cheeks were trembling.
"That...I didn't mean Princess Deborah in specific, I was just pointing out how in general women are slower in solving formulas and fewer in numbers than men?
Among the battle wizards, there are only a few womenâ¦"
"7Ã7?"
"Sorry?"
"It is 49."
I slapped his cheek with my fan, his eyes widened with humiliation.
"Now, let us start a game, you a male representative and I a female representative, to see who is slower in resolving formulas, and confirm that absurd theory you claim to be true."
"Waiiiit...What?"
"Seeing that you confidently speak nonsense, you seem to be quite confident with numbers.
It js just a basic calculation game, don't tell me...are you scared?"
I provoked him to get things going my own way.
"Of course not!"
"8Ã9?"
In most cases, when you are given a problem to solve, you instinctively focus.
"â¦Seventy."
"72...you are to slow."
I slapped his cheeks mercilessly, because we were playing a multiplication table game that both men and women of all ages in Korea were sick and tired of.
The nobleman, who was replying one second later than me, adapted to the game and started blurting out the answer a little faster, so...I immediately took out my next card.
"12Ã 9?"
"...This!"
I could see his mind shaking at the sudden double-digit number, it was the table multiplication of the number 12, which I already know by heart.
"108."
I started raising the numbers one by one because I was confident up until the table multiplication of the number 19.
When I was in elementary school, a myth that Indians memorize up to the multiplication table of the number 19, spread throughout Hell-Joseon, which was burning with an education fever, and the new homeroom teacher, who wanted to achieve results, made us children cram until we learnt every multiplication table including to the 19 table, while hitting us with a cane.
'I didn't need it when I took the CSAT, but I am using it here, the things that were completely useless in my past life are of some use here...it seems.'
"13Ã7?"
"Wait a moment! Princess Deborah this..."
"91.
14Ã9?"
"I was wrong! I made an absurd slip of my tongue in front of the Princess, please forgive me!"
Eventually, he bowed his head with a bloated face.
"My eyes are even more tired, now, because you are so ugly. Get lost."
The fat nobleman, who was grinning while harassing a young lady, quickly nodded his head and ran away.
"Sniff!Sniff!"
The girls thick glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, her limbs were trembling while she breathed hard.
'I must have been quite scary for her seeing a big man being beat up with a fan by a me, I must admit...Deborah is really strongâ¦'
Her big eyes were wet and her face was bright red, like she was about to cry, so I gently looked at her, but her ears turned more red.
'Did I scare her even more?'
In order, to not frighten her even more, I looked down at her with my normal cold gaze, again, and passed the dark campus, and entered the classroom on the second floor.
'The weather is so nice today.'
I settled in my perfect seat, where the sun was shining and gave me a sense of stability, and supported my chin with my hand.
'I am so sleepy...I couldn't sleep all night.'
I was dozing off in the sunlight, when Professor Kyle came to class.
He always comes with a lethargic, tired face, gives us a test and then leaves, but for some reason, Professor Kyle started a lesson today.
Professor Kyle, after he wrote long formulas on the blackboard, patiently looked at me and opened his mouth.
"Students, did you know that exams must be taken honestly?
We do not tolerate the act of secretly sharing answers...If... anyone asks you to tell them the answer, please report it to me right away."
'Why do I fell like the Professor just referred to me?'
"Princess Deborah."
Professor Kyle rubbed his dark eyes and opened his mouth.
"Yes, Professor."
"I have been closing my eyes since they were light tests, but it is better if you don't do that from now on."
I raised my eyebrows.
"What, exactly, did I do?"
"It is illegal to copy the answers provided by the other students. It seems that some students are compelled to help you because of your background, but you shouldn't do bad things like cheating. Do you understand?"
As I listened to him, I felt a sense of disdain, coming from him.
'He misunderstood, because I didn't write the solving process properly, just the answers, and went out.
What a waste of time.'
The Professor seemed to think that I threatened several students to tell me the answers...well even Duke Seymour was surprised by my speed in solving formulas, it must have seemed even more strange to the Professor.
'But, still Professor Kyle presumption that I am a bully and a cheater, without proof, is absurd.'
"What makes you think you can judge me like this when you don't even have evidence?"
Professor Kyle's expression hardened.
"You act like this because you have someone backing you up, but even if Duke Seymour is on your side, it's arrogant to think that the Academy and the Wizardry Association are to.
Everyone is complaining because you are here thanks to your father, even though you have no abilities...and you are definitely cheating!
Even if you ask me to cover up for you, the problem won't go away.
Do you understand?"
"I don't understand."
"You have no aptitude for learning and since you are a woman, you're only interested in dressing up.
To be honest, it is absurd that I have to teach you, the Seymour Princess, the basic common sense that you shouldn't cheat."
'This Professor, puts no effort in giving classes and on top of that he has no courtesy and consideration for other people.'
"You are being excessive."
I glared at him.
"So what if I am being excessive?! If you're offended, you should take a look at how you are, Princess!
If you want to hit me, hit me... after all you have such a great supporter that you can do whatever you want, right?"
'Why is he was crossing the line like this when he doesnât have any evidence, he is deliberately trying to provoke me...why?...maybe to start another rumor?
I know that I have a very bad reputation because Deborah got in, în this department, by using with my Father's influence, and in addition, I have a criminal record for throwing a mana stones at a student in the Department of Magic.
But, from where comes Professor Kyle's confidence that he can win against me in a public battle of opinion?
He is behaving like he is going to slap me in the face and beat me up after, to teach me a lesson that my family couldn't...is he that brave? I wonder?'
"Princess Deborah, do you really need attache yourself to the Department of Magic like a leech?
The atmosphere in the class is so gloomy, why don't you make the right decision for the dignity of the Seymour familyâ¦"
Instead of raising my voice and losing my temper, or making any sort of mess by overturning the desk, as he aspected from me, I only raised the corners of my mouth and smiled coldly.
"I didn't do anything wrong, so I don't know what on earth you are talking about Professor.
I have never cheated like you are saying."
"Why are you feigning innocence? Because you believe that Duke Seymour will stand up for you?
Princess, keep in mind that what happens within the Academy is not under the jurisdiction of the Wizardry Association, if you act stubbornly like this, I will tell the Dean."
'But the Dean is my uncle!...of course, I am not really close with him, but...'
After he lost the Seymour surname in the race for succession, Marquis Bert, my uncle did not get along very well with his twin brother, Duke Seymour, my father, so he left do live on his own.
"Professor it seems that you already concluded that I cheated and bullyed my classmates in order to help me, and you are interrogating me without even having any clear evidence.
Professor you should bring me the evidence on who gave me the answer before poiting the finger.
That is all I have to say, I will be leavingnow."
"You little!...you have no manners towards your Professor!"
I went outside on a stroll to clear my head, after the argument with Professor Kyle.
'Hmm...maybe this will make things easier.'
After that incident, I dressed up more extravagantly, just to spite Professor Kyle, I wore sparkling earrings and jewelry, and my dress was deliberately more decorated to the point that it shocked some people that they looked at me with their mouths wide open.
When Professor Kyle handed another test, I crossed my legs arrogantly after I turned in the answer sheet that I solved faster than anyone else, with my extravagant pink quill pen.
'I am an engineering student, but honestly, this is formulas are a piece of cake een for someone that didn't study engineering...'
Many glanced my way because I solved everything in 30 minutes, despite being given 2 hours.
'What? Don't tell me she already solved it?'
After that, the teaching assistant started grading the tests right away, and I was given back a full score.
I felt the jealous looks of my classmates.
'Everyone, work hard.'ð
I cheered for them inwardly and then walked out of the classroom.
..................
"There must be something going on, that speed is unbelievable."
"It doesn't make any sense that someone as wicked and dumb as Princess Deborah, would solve the formulas so quickly. I'm sure of that."
"The Professor must have given her all the answer!"
Some of the young men who took the Magic Formula Theory class were convinced that Professor Kyle must have helped Princess Deborah, because every time she took a test she was the first to solve it.
"Princess Deborah wasn't even on the list to take the test again."
Everyone agreed that there was no way she could do that unless she relied on Professor Kyle.
"She's going too far!"
One of the young men roared and banged his fist on the table.
"She doesn't even hide the fact that Professor Kyle is helping her.
How ridiculous we must look to her that she behaves so shamelessly!"
"She has nothing to be afraid of since her father is the Lord of the Wizardry Association.
She entered the Department of Magic without any mana sensitivity and is privilegead in every sense...but she has gone too far."
"There are rumors that Duke Seymour goes through any lengths to please his daughter.
Wasn't the pink diamond he won at the action for Princess Deborah, it's worth more than a townhouse?
In my opinion it's Duke Seymour's fault that Princess Deborah has became so brazen."
Among them was one man who instigated everyone even more, dragging in Duke Seymour and badmouthing him.
That was the third son of Marquis Lemont, William Lemont.
"I will become a member of the Wizardry Association after I graduate, but now I'm starting to worry about my fate, to serve Lord Seymour, who turns a blind eye to his daughterâs wrong doings, I wonder if he is capable enough...maybe he is to old and got soft..."
He murmured, deliberately mentioning the word Lord, because there are seven elders under the Lord of the Wizardry Association.
Among the elders, there are several who are waiting for an opportunity to aim for the position of the Lord, and Marquis Lemont was one of them.
Marquis Lemont had a strong animosity towards the Emperor, because he entrusted only the Seymour family with the position of the Lord of the Association, and also, contrary to Seymour, who has been struggling to strengthen the Imperial power since the time the country was established, Lemont on the other side, was a member of the Senate, which represented the interests of the nobles.
There had already been a conflict for a long time between Lemontand Seymour, so William was deliberately instigating the young men to make this problem, which was unfavorable for Seymour, even bigger, without any proof.
It was also because of jealousy, the sons of Marquis Lemont are behind the Seymour's twins in terms of every skill they have, so they are always being compared.
William wanted to somehow bring down even one of the descented from Seymour's main branch.
"The Lord of the Wizardry Association, who is supposed to be wise and cold-hearted, is swayed by personal feelings, and his capability is questionable!"
"William, it's dangerous to say something like that.
Duke Seymour is the only 7-class mage in the Empire...he is on a level that is out of our reach."
When someone pointed out that his words were to harsh, William only snorted.
"Even if he is Duke Seymour, you have to say what you have to say.
You mean that I should keep my mouth shut when there is injustice right in front of me?
As an nobleman it's natural to speak up to defend myself."
"..."
"I plan to write a petition to expel Princess Deborah from the Department of Magic."
"A petition?"
"Exactly! I can no longer stand by and watch her receive preferential treatment because she is a Seymour descendant.
I don't know why you are so scared of, she is a bitch that doesn't have any mana but still entered here, in the Department of Magic, with the help of her father's influence and now she is buying the answers from the Professor and is first in her class."
"I agree with William! I can't stand to see such a wicked and vicious woman in this school."
George, who was loudly slapped by Deborah with her fan the other day, supported William and also prepared the petition.
On the other hand, Professor Kyle, was acting like crazy person because the situation itself felt unfair to him.
He didn't receive any promises to rise in status or bribes from Duke Seymour, but in an instant, he became a corrupt professor who helped Princess Deborah from the shadows.
'Damn it, I wouldn't be this frustrated if I had at least received some profit!'
He was so stressed that his hair started to fall.
"Assistant!"
"Yes,Mr. Kyle."
"You still haven't found the evidence that Princess Deborah is cheating?"
"Princess Deborah doesn't interact much with the other students, how would I get any evidence...she is always alone."
"It doesn't make sense? I'm sure there are some bastards who fell for her manipulation and gave her the answers!"
"..."
The teaching assistant's eyes darkened. It was impossible to find any evidence no matter how hard he searched.
'Honestly, Princess Deborah seems to just memorize the leaked answers and write them.'
"They are making a huge fuss, saying that I am a corrupt Professor who is helping that damn Princess!"
'There must be someone helping her, but who?'
Professor Kyle was so frustrated that he couldn't find any evidence that it was driving him crazy.
"God damn it, at this rate, all the blame will be on me."
Knock Knock.
Slow knocks cut between them, where heard from the door.
When the teaching assistant opened the door, Professor Kyle jumped up from his seat with a pale face.
It was the Dean of the Academy's Department of Magic, Marquis Bert.
After losing the battle for succession against Duke Seymour, he was invited to the Academy to teach as a professor, and so he dedicated himself to training junior scholars.
People could easily distinguished the twins, Marquis Bert and Duke Seymour.
Marquis Bert has a long scar on his right cheek.
"Dean Bert!"
"There have been some rumors in the Magic Theory class these days.
What is going on?"
Dean Bert quickly gave the paper in his hand to Professor Kyle, with a displeased expression.
It was a petition submitted to the Administrative office by the young men attending the Magic Formula Theory class, they were led by William Lemont.
They wrote that Professor Kyle leaked the answers of the formula problems to Princess Deborah and that the Seymour family was supporting her, so they asked for an investigation to find out the truth.
"This petition...Explain exactly what it means."
"I am really sorry, Dean Bert, I am really sorry."
With his hair scattered all over the place like dandelion spores, Professor Kyle desperately made an appeale to Dean Bert.
"First, let me see the problems Princess Deborah has solved."
Dean Bert, who received the test paper, rubbed his chin with a puzzled face.
"There are a lot of steps for calculating the total amount of mana that focuses on auxiliary magic, so even if you are a genius, it is impossible to give an answer in such a short time."
"But I have never leaked the problems.
This is just my guess, but it is evident that about 3 people teamed up to tell the Princess the answers one by one."
"Ha you wish! Impossible if she was cheating in such a complicated way, you would have already caught her!"
"Doesn't the Seymour family own any artifact that can be used for cheating? Sir Belreck is an excellent artifact makerâ¦"
"Did you burn your brain? If he had created such an artifact, Belreck would be already recognized as the future head of Seymour."
Professor Kyle's face distorted when he heard Dean's Bert reply.
"You are making false accusations without any evidence while venting your frustration.
Frankly, under the current circumstances, the claims made in this petition are the most credible."
Dean Bert snapped with an irritated tone but held back a sigh while he swept up his short silver hair.
"This problem is serious.William Lemont and a few young men are protesting, and even Marquis Lemont came forward to question me about the relationship between the Academy and the Seymour."
Although Seymour had stopped paying attention to him and he didn't care much about being attacked by Lemont, Dean Bert was very displeased with this cheating problem, that even the Academy was suspected of.
'I guess I will have to meet my niece in person, soon.'
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