As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Well...then find someone else."

The silver-haired girl was right after thinking about it, so she put away the changed clothes.

"Why don't you try it yourself?"

Bazel asked:

"Your body type is very suitable for use as a sample..."

"No, no, I can't."

The silver-haired girl blushed:

"It's too embarrassing to wear."

"So you let me wear it."

Bazel looked a little helpless:

"How about letting that doll wear it?"

"——No! She looks too much like me, and there is no difference in what I wear."

The silver-haired girl said firmly:

"How can I let others see my body casually? This is absolutely impossible!"

After the discussion about the black mulberry leaf came to an end, she returned to the academy.

When passing by a classroom, I heard a tutor giving a lecture.

"Pharmacy is a very useful subject."

The instructor said:

"Whether you will become a battle mage, an alchemist, or a summoner in the future... you can't get around this knowledge."

"It can not only make you more comfortable in practice, but also improve your actual combat level."

"Take the magic engraving that bothers everyone the most. A bottle of the most common brain clearing potion can at least reduce your failure rate by 20% when engraving spells!"

Hearing his words, the students below all showed yearning expressions on their faces.

"Speaking of which, what is this bottle of medicine for?"

The silver-haired girl outside touched the cherry red potion in her pocket, and a question popped up in her mind.

"—Anyway, Bazel said that it is not life-threatening, so let's try it out and see if it works."

So she started wandering around the campus, looking for suitable targets everywhere.

After turning around for a while, I happened to see Alejandro Sandro limping over from the corner with a bandage on his head.

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"Gar, mentor Garcia?"

Seeing the silver-haired girl suddenly appear in front of him, Alejandro Sandro was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground!

He deliberately wanted to avoid the other party.

But at this moment, the silver-haired girl's bright red pupils were already looking towards this side, and it would be too late to hide.

"Mr. Garcia, good morning."

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked over, bowing his head to pay respects to the other party.

"Ah."

The silver-haired girl hummed and walked past him.

——You didn’t hit me?

Alejandro Sandro, who thought he would be beaten up, was taken aback for a moment.

He turned his head and watched the other party leave with graceful steps, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Bitch, your days are numbered."

Then he stared at the back of the silver-haired girl with resentful eyes, and cursed fiercely:

"At the end of the month, grandpa will submit an arbitration to the Council of Sages... let alone become a mentor, there is a high probability that you will be directly expelled from Farnes! I see how arrogant you are!"

Standing there cursing for a while, he suddenly smelled a fragrance in his nose.

The aroma seemed to come from behind, and it smelled quite enticing.

"Although she's a slut, she still smells pretty good..."

For some reason, he felt giddy.

Gradually, I began to imagine in my mind the scene of myself pressing the silver-haired girl under me, making the other party cry and beg for mercy, and he laughed sinisterly twice:

"One day, I will pay back what you have done to me with interest... just wait for me!"

After standing there for a while, he stomped his feet unwillingly and walked forward.

But what he didn't notice was that the alluring aroma didn't fade with time.

Instead, it followed him all the way forward, always trailing behind him, gradually spreading in the air.

Back in the classroom, he sat down in his seat with a displeased face.

"Made!"

Then he slammed his fist on the table hard.

Usually he is used to being domineering in class, no one dares to speak out against him, and everyone around him turns a blind eye to his actions and continues to do his own thing.

"I said, let me copy my homework."

He kicked the next table and said threateningly:

"A top student like you must have finished writing long ago, right?"

The person who was kicked off the table by him was a skinny boy with glasses.

Hearing his words, he swallowed his anger and took out his homework, and handed it over silently.

"Not bad, really obedient."

Alejandro Sandro took it over with great joy, and praised the other party:

"It's really convenient to have you as my deskmate."

"..."

The other party had some grievances and resentment on his face.

But I don't know why, but the look in my eyes slowly changed.

Watching him start to look with enthusiasm, and a hint of something else.

"Student Alex."

The boy with glasses pushed his glasses and asked in a low voice:

"After school today, can you study with me...I can help you make up lessons."

"What?"

Alejandro Sandro didn't expect that his always taciturn deskmate would chat with him, and he couldn't help but be surprised:

"What did you say?"

But at this time, the class had already started, and Tubo Patri, the tutor, entered the classroom wearing a mage's cloak.

——Ever since the silver-haired girl shaved off his beard and eyebrows with a sword, he has always been dressed like this.

"Next, let's talk after class."

The boy with glasses turned his head blushing, and began to listen to the instructor's lecture.

"In this test, our total score is still first."

Just listen to Tabor Patry's serious words:

"But! I want to highlight a few people's names—Alejandro Sandro!"

He slammed the desk, pointed at Alejandro Sandro and said angrily:

"You just pulled up the average score of the whole class!"

"How many times is this already? Do the math yourself!"

"Mr. Taber, I know I was wrong."

Alex Sandro, who was still arrogant and domineering just now, immediately became honest and lowered his head in his seat.

Well, the first one is Egwene Garcia, the next one is you!

Then he secretly cursed at the other party:

"Take me as a model every time. If Grandpa hadn't said that he would not contradict you, I would have—"

"What? Don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Tabor Patry looked at him with a cold voice, and asked:

"You still dare to sit? Stand up for me!"

"Yes!"

Alejandro Sandro immediately stopped YY and stood up quickly.

"What do you want me to say about you?"

Taber stepped down from the podium and poked his forehead with a look of hatred:

"Obviously your grandfather Martin Fasheng is a model of the academy... He is not very talented, but he has been studying hard, and finally succeeded in being promoted to the sixth level!"

"This is the strongest rank under the sage. According to the practice of a magician who sees people one rank higher, he is already the top powerhouse in the entire continent!"

"Look at you again!"