Chapter 55: Divine Maiden Transformation Progress: The Last Two Days
The divine maiden arena match was over. As Irene and Frande had wished, Tillisa lost thoroughly—it was a complete crushing defeat.
For Frande, he had simply wanted to teach this ungrateful wild divine maiden a lesson. Naturally, the more brutally she was beaten, the happier he was. Having witnessed Tillisa’s perseverance, Frande didn’t care about it. In his view, only those who were utterly useless and incapable of anything would resort to desperate measures. This was enough to prove Tillisa’s incompetence as a divine maiden, so he left satisfied.
But for Irene, this match had completely failed to achieve her expected results.
She wanted not just an opportunity for personal revenge, to severely punish Tillisa in front of everyone, but also to use this debut to make her name known, to get excellent classmates and instructors to notice her and earn a spot on a good team.
However, although she won the match, the results were completely opposite.
Not only did spectators fail to praise her strength, they even started talking about her behind her back.
‘That second daughter of the Cadifin family is ruthless. Tsk tsk, her personality seems quite difficult to handle. It’s best not to offend someone like that. I think we should keep our distance.’
‘What was that? It was like watching a torturer interrogating spies rather than watching a match.’
‘She’s quite beautiful, but if she can be that cruel to a classmate, who knows how cruel she could be to teammates?’
Such rumors made Irene very angry. Letting them spread wasn’t acceptable, but trying to stop them might backfire.
Irene could only blame everything on Tillisa.
That little bitch actually ruined my image. Unforgivable!
Getting beaten with a few whips and surrendering obediently—wouldn’t that have been so much better??
Irene couldn’t understand this problem. She felt Tillisa was deliberately opposing her, willing to pay any price to take her down with her.
Naturally, this matter couldn’t just settle with the end of the arena match. Irene’s revenge against Tillisa continued.
Looking at her soaked notebook, Tillisa said nothing.
Randomly opening a page, these paper sheets stuck together like rotten pickled vegetables.
This was her heart’s work from the past two weeks—notes combining what teachers had said with knowledge from books, her labor of love…………
Tillisa, who had never made any extreme response to pranks and bullying, stood up and walked with slightly heavy steps to Irene, who was laughing and chatting with classmates.
Irene seemed to have anticipated this, completely ignoring Tillisa and continuing to laugh and chat with her friends.
“Tillisa, is there something you need?” Seeing that Tillisa wasn’t leaving and kept staring at her, Irene finally turned around lazily with a smile.
“Cadifin, was it you who threw my notebook in the water?” Tillisa spoke word by word.
She could ignore everything else, but not this.
Trampling carelessly on someone’s heartfelt work—she couldn’t tolerate that.
“Huh? You’ll need evidence to make such accusations.” Irene shrugged, asking the other students around. “Hey, Tillisa says someone got her notebook wet and that I did it. Did any of you see this?”
Naturally, these people all shook their heads to show their position.
“See? Nobody saw anything, Tillisa.” Of course, not all the divine maiden students in the class would support Irene, but the problem was that no one in this class would support Tillisa either.
“After the last class ended, I saw you and that female classmate next to you leave the classroom with a notebook.” Tillisa’s calm gaze fixed on Irene.
“So what? Does that prove I did it? Did you see clearly whose notebook it was? Maybe it was mine, or maybe someone else’s. How can you conclude it was yours? Tillisa, your self-centeredness is excessive.”
“Do you have any witnesses to prove I did it?”
“Besides……….” Irene supported herself on the desk with both hands, stood up, and leaned close to Tillisa’s ear.
“So what if I did do it~?”
“………..” Tillisa lowered her head silently.
“Tillisa really likes to throw accusations around. But I can understand—pretentious bitches like you probably think everyone else should be just like you to be considered normal.”
Tillisa raised her eyes, those emerald orbs looking straight at Irene.
“What’s going on here? Class is about to start and you’re still gathered together?” At this moment, a voice interrupted.
Tillisa turned her gaze to see a male student with very distinctive features—a face like a horse and an expression like he was dead.
“Tillisa, if I remember correctly, this isn’t your seat, is it?” This male student was called Laro, the temporary class monitor.
He always acted upright, capable, and incorruptible, as if he wanted to bring all evil to justice.
If you thought he was here to uphold justice, you’d be wrong. If Tillisa remembered correctly, he was on the same temporary team as Irene. Tillisa also knew this horse-faced man was just putting on an act, maintaining his persona. If he was truly this righteous, would he have ignored all these farces? Even if he intervened, it would be to take sides.
“I came to seek justice from Irene.”
“Seek justice? What justice?” Hearing this, Laro laughed. “She just said a few words to you, didn’t she? One person with a small mindset has become two—quite amusing.”
“……….Monitor, your horse face is quite amusing to look at.” Tillisa suddenly smiled.
“You!………..” Tillisa’s comment immediately enraged Laro, who hated most when people compared his face to a horse. “You parentless little shorty………..”
“Standing on moral high ground to criticize others is always easy, but once it’s your turn to be insulted, you instantly lose your composure, right, Monitor?” Tillisa stood with her hands behind her back, smiling lightly.
“Now there are three people with small mindsets.”
“Tillisa……….!”
Tillisa stopped paying attention to these people and turned to leave.
As for the notebook, it should still be usable after drying.
“What’s the rush, Monitor?” Irene didn’t care about this, staring coldly at Tillisa’s retreating figure.
“In three days, it’s the Crown Cup. It’s not worth getting angry with someone who’s bound to be expelled, Monitor.”
“……….True.” Horse-face monitor Laro snorted coldly. “When the time comes, I’ll personally sweep both her and her ridiculous divine son out of this academy.”
Tillisa returned to her seat, gripping the golden butterfly hairpin tightly, an unconscious smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
The final time for divine maiden transformation—only two and a half days remained………