You call this the mastermind?

It was actually early morning the next day, and the sky was bright.

However, because the nuns have begun to try to transform the abandoned classroom where they are hiding into a place for living, the windows are currently blocked by some protruding hill-like mounds of dirt, and no light can come in, so the surrounding environment is very dim. .

However, relying on his keen vision, Mellen could still see clearly that Sister Lydia's face had become a little rosy unconsciously when she said what she just said.

At the same time, she seductively raised two slender white fingers and moved a bunch of hair scattered in front of her forehead behind her delicate ears.

This action seemed to have some kind of hint, which made Mellen instantly recall what the person in front of him had done in the bathroom not long ago.

"Are you reminding me on purpose?"

Many images and feelings emerged from the depths of his already fresh memory, and Mellen's thoughts about "historical revision" were immediately replaced by annoyance.

"Why, are you still angry?"

Lydia, who was sitting across from the old desk, asked with a smile.

Those bright and beautiful eyes, which had changed back to their original green color at some point, were always lingering on Melen's body.

As if she was observing his reaction, but in the blink of an eye, the corners of her charming eyes were slightly raised, as if they were being electrified.

"Actually, this kind of thing is not a big deal."

What she said was very serious, "Since wizards invented the art of possession, it is not a surprising way to possess the opposite sex and feel things that you can't feel originally."

"So, you've tried it?"

Mellen leaned forward, crossed the desk, raised his hand and pinched the chin of the "girl" who was a head shorter than him.

It felt very good, but he deliberately used some force.

"Of course not."

The pinch was so painful that Lidya looked up at him with a hint of resentment in her eyes, "You were not interested in this at all before, and it's impossible for me to find another man."

"I'm afraid it's not that I'm not interested."

Meren replied meaningfully, his eyes always looking at her, as if something extended from the bottom of his eyes, entangled with Lydia who was also doing the same.

To the point that the two people's eyes seemed to be magnetic, attracting each other, getting closer and closer...

"Yeah, I'm also doubting this."

The nun who had a vicious temperament like a snake and scorpion became as gentle as water at this moment, and the eyes that stared at Melen were so hot that two clusters of rich flames seemed to be burning.

"Now that I think about it, did my husband become a eunuch because he was killed, or did he deliberately become an eunuch because he didn't want to touch me?"

"Which one do you think is more likely?"

"I'm afraid it's the latter..."

A murmuring voice sounded close at hand, followed by a hot breath.

Lydia, who was originally a head shorter than Mellen, began to change her appearance quietly at this time. Her originally long black hair quickly turned into a beautiful golden color like the rays of the sun. Her relatively short body slowly grew taller, and her figure became slender. Finally, she became a He looks extremely tall.

In turn, he is even a head taller than Melen.

"Because this way,"

With a smile on her lips, she moved her body to sit on the desk. Her white hands with black nails were placed on the shoulders of the black-haired boy. With a little force, she pressed him to the chair under her.

"Because in this way, you can save some things to enjoy now..."

The hoarse voice was full of feminine charm, making Meren take a deep breath.

Feeling an intoxicating fragrance entering his nose and then spreading through his body, he had long forgotten the irritation he felt not long ago.

Because she wanted to understand certain things, the nun who let go of her knot has now returned to her true nature. Her every move is no longer as cold as a resentful woman, but is instead full of charm like a fairy.

Mellen didn't think he should resist her.

As a result, the atmosphere here became more and more heated.

Under the dim light, the two of them were very close to each other. The tall and voluptuous beauty sat sideways on the desk in front of Melen, and held Melen's cheeks with both hands condescendingly.

And as she began to lower her head, the long golden hair spread out due to her posture. It was messy like a waterfall, covering the two faces that were getting closer and closer without revealing any gaps.

Some faint sounds of water leaked out from the "waterfall" from time to time.

…

St. Grant's Castle is a very old wizarding school.

But old doesn’t mean old-fashioned.

The teaching style of this school has always been known for its pioneering and innovative nature.

Therefore, when magic items like flying broomsticks were just born, related flying lessons have become an elective course that wizard students can take.

Alyssa was taking the class with her roommate and best friend Katherine.

However, she, who was originally performing well, suddenly trembled all over and froze on the spot as if she had been electrocuted.

This is not a good situation.

Because she was flying high in the sky on a broom, and the emergence of this special state directly interrupted the connection between her and the broom beneath her.

As a result, the blond girl who was walking through the gaps in the sea of ​​clouds at a neither fast nor slow speed suddenly fell down.

Fortunately, this kind of teaching broom was modified by the school professors and had a strict emergency protection mechanism. This kind of fall only lasted for a second or two, and then stopped immediately.

However, although the magical power stored in the broom kept it floating in the air, the slender girl on the broom still looked dazed.

The little mouth was slightly opened, and the face, which was originally pale from the cold due to the high position, began to turn rosy inexplicably.

"What's wrong with you, Alyssa?"

"Katherine" who was flying beside her frowned and asked.

"I, uh...it's nothing."

Alyssa, who was leaning over the broom, tightly grasped the wooden pole in front of her with both hands. When she looked sideways at her friend next to her, she didn't know whether it was because of the strong wind at high altitude or some other reason, but her response seemed hesitant.

"I'm just a little, a little dizzy..."

"Dizziness?"

Mrs. Chelsea, whose name was Catherine and was actually a mother in disguise, was startled when she heard this. Then she activated the flying broom and showed an extremely skillful way to lift the girl who was supporting herself on the broom into her arms.

"Maybe it's too high."

The lady didn't think much for a moment, "I'll send you down first."

"Um...Okay, okay."

The girl in her arms answered with difficulty. Her figure, which should have been sitting upright due to the good aristocratic education she received since childhood, now looked a little rickety.

Both hands tightly grasped the broomstick in front of him, shrinking, and his slender and beautiful eyebrows were tangled together, as if he was suffering from abdominal pain.

"If you be patient, you'll be on the ground soon."

Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting behind her, looked over her shoulder and could clearly see the way her daughter's hands were so hard that veins popped out. It even looked a little scary on the surface of her fair skin.

This made her feel anxious. How could she dare to hesitate at all? She immediately turned the broom around and dived towards the hazy and gray surface below! Because the speed was too fast, the strong wind kept blowing in her face, blowing Alyssa's little face tense up, and some intermittent noises came from her nose.

However, the strange thing is that after they arrived on the ground, the girl's abnormal state suddenly disappeared, and she was no longer willing to ask the lady to check.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Mrs. Chelsea felt a little strange as she looked at her young daughter whose face was rosy but whose body had regained her elegant posture.

"I'm really okay, Katherine."

Alyssa replied in a low voice, seeming a little ashamed, "Maybe it's because the position was too high just now. It will be fine as soon as it returns to the ground."

"That's it."

The madam looked at her carefully and didn't see anything special, so she relaxed a little, "But just in case, you should go back and have a rest first. Don't attend this class. I'll help you with it." Teacher asks for leave."

"Okay, thank you Catherine."

Alyssa did not refuse. After smiling shyly at the other party, she turned and walked towards the dormitory.

However, she seemed to have underestimated the seriousness of certain situations. Before she had taken a few steps, her legs suddenly softened and she almost fell to the ground with a groan as if she was caught off guard.

Seeing this, "Katherine", who had never taken her eyes away from her, hurriedly ran over to help her.

"Your current state is very abnormal,"

She said in a serious tone: "I'll take you to the infirmary right now!"

"No, you don't have to, Catherine."

The blonde girl bit her lower lip, resisting as if she knew what was going on, but her whole body was as limp as mud, without any strength.

"I'll sit down for a while and it should be fine."

While she was talking, sweat began to overflow from her forehead, and her condition seemed to become more serious, and she was even out of breath.

"Don't be careless."

As a result, the lady's tone became extremely stern, "The inexplicable occurrence of such special symptoms inevitably involves black magic. You should have taken Professor Lesomore's class, why are you still not paying attention to it like a child?"

Because she cared so much about it, she completely forgot that her current performance was a bit "explanatory".

However, what is interesting is that Alyssa was obviously out of state at the moment, and she was not even aware of the abnormal attitude of her friend next to her.

"Who would harm me?"

She said coyly, as if there was something difficult to say, "I feel like, I feel like it's fine."

"How do you feel?"

Catherine raised her eyebrows when she heard this, "How can you trust your feelings?"

"But, but I..."

Alyssa hesitated a few times in embarrassment, and finally said nothing more.

He just looked at his "good friend" who was close at hand with his pair of blue eyes that started to become watery at some point, biting his lower lip quite hard, as if he was enduring something.

Later, the blond girl was picked up by her "friend" like a princess. When she hurried to the infirmary, she not only did not resist at all, she even buried her little head in her friend's arms. She was shaking all over, as if she was in pain. Hum.

Mrs. Chelsea suspected that this might be some kind of change in her daughter's unique bloodline.

This made her expression serious.

Especially, as she hugged Alyssa for a long time, she found that the black blood in her body began to become restless.

A very subtle feeling spread quietly throughout her body, making her heart feel as if it was pressed by a big stone, and her thoughts were tense.

However, under this solemn mood, she couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Because this feeling seemed familiar...

When she became suspicious, she wanted to think carefully and recall it, but before she took a few steps, the restlessness of the black blood in her body inexplicably subsided a little, and the girl in her arms also breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had lost some kind of burden.

This change made Mrs. Chelsea a little surprised, and she was not sure whether her daughter had "recovered" at the moment.

The next moment, her hesitant thoughts disappeared.

Because before she could ask anything, Alyssa, who had relaxed, suddenly snorted with her nose, and her white little hand tightly grasped her collar.

"Merlen..."

The unbearable whisper seemed to be full of deep love and dependence, like a thunder, which scared Mrs. Chelsea.

"What is going on?"

She couldn't help asking the Holy Spirit in her body.

The Holy Spirit didn't want to talk a little.

Because the black blood in the lady's body began to stir again, the corresponding feelings caused by this were transmitted to her thoughts at the same time, making her a little emotional.

However, after calming down a little, she became furious.

"You, where is your sister now?"

Obviously, she knew where the problem came from.

"My sister?"

This made Mrs. Chelsea stunned. Just when she was about to ask what this had to do with Lydia, she suddenly realized something.

Lydia and Alyssa in her arms are connected by blood.

Although I don't know how close this connection is, since the Holy Spirit mentioned it, it goes without saying that it must be my careless sister who has begun to rely on this connection to influence Alyssa.

This situation has not happened before. Before they entered St. Grant Castle, Lydia had been making trouble behind the scenes.

It's just that she didn't succeed at that time because of Mellen.

And now...

After thinking about this, the lady's face immediately became gloomy.

Then she set out to find Mellen, wanting to ask where he had imprisoned Lydia.

However, the restless black blood in her body made it difficult for her to hurry on.

The inexplicable state that sometimes subsided and sometimes emerged was like a tide, rising and falling, making her increasingly powerless, and her originally aggressive steps gradually slowed down.

Finally, she couldn't help but groan while holding her daughter, staggered, and sat directly on the ground!

Fortunately, when she left the flying class square, she cast an invisibility spell on herself and Alyssa, so that this embarrassing appearance was not seen by others.

But looking at the red little face of the girl in her arms, which seemed to be steaming, and feeling the inexplicable confusion of the Holy Spirit in her body, Mrs. Chelsea became more and more angry.

"This damn bitch!"

"What the hell is she doing!?"

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