CHAPTER 180: ROYALS’ DISPUTE; GREED’S SILENT IRE

Mel’s heart lightened; she was lucky that her Echo Series was quite silent in its casting.

Or Samantha would drag her to a guillotine instead of the bed, she would hope.

Chuckling, Mel continued mumbling to the crestfallen Princess.

"You scammed Selaria, didn’t you?"

Raising her brows, Luria swung her gaze away, her lips pursing and opening with hesitation.

"I didn’t."

She confessed, before hugging herself.

"It’s her fault for leaving me alone with First Sister, as she summoned me for lecturing. What’s wrong when I scammed a few coins or two?"

Mel raised a brow; the first Princess? Ah.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t reveal her knowledge about the future of the Royal family’s Downfall. She couldn’t even explain long with the crowds and teachers watching either.

Instead, her palm slapped lightly on Luria’s head before standing back up.

"Try and apologise to Selaria, alright?"

The Royal Sisters’ relationships, in Mel’s humble opinion, only worsened when their Father desired competition amongst them.

Not enough bloodshed, he claimed. Too soft for a Royal’s Sibilings, he jested.

And in fear of that, Selaria distanced herself from the Sisters, being the weakest and the ’least talented’ among the three.

The First Princess’s ambition agreed with Selaria’s game, but Luria did not; her absolute pride in Royalty polluting her relationship with her Third Sister.

"She..." Mel sighed. "I hate to say it, but she was crying about you, you know?"

Selaria was afraid, but ultimately not blaming her Sister. Only calling her stupid.

Well, everything would have changed if she had taken the role of a war commander, however.

Laughing to herself, she waved off to the dazed Luria.

Luria’s shoulder hung awkwardly off the edge of her vision as she stared into Mel’s back; her knees fidgeted as if to struggle against reality.

It would take time, huh?

Mel squinted before approaching Lila and Rosana again, her lips curling up for a relieved smile.

"Alright!"

She lent out her hand.

"Mission success! Now, let’s go!"

Lila nodded with a knowing gaze, while Rosana couldn’t wait but to latch her palm onto Mel’s.

That elicited a groan from Lila, before practically burrowing her chest into Mel’s arm.

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The aftermath was smoothly handled, with floors fixed by a few chants from Samantha and Vernon.

Both Seniors and Juniors, riled up by their fights, had gone on for more desperate matches or two. But Mel merely moaned in boredom.

Ah, the flaming duo she brainwashed in the entrance exam was back!

Mel waved a little, though the red-haired immediately bowed and sprinted off as if seeing a devil.

How rude. She huffed. Mel admitted herself only as the epitome of cuteness and purity! Don’t run so fast away from her!

As the Practical session wrapped up, Mel, Lila, and Rosana headed to the Western Building.

She promised Liora to buff her, though she was unsure whether the latter needed it anymore with her workload reduced.

"Mel," Lila called out as they ascended the stairs. "Where’re we heading?"

As Mel’s index swiped at the air, she muttered. "Student Council’s room."

"Ah. Moving up the world already?" Rosana held back a chuckle. "How quaint. Though I would advise against tormenting the poor President."

"What’re you thinking?"

Mel squinted at Rosana’s teasing smirk. She thought they were already close! How could Rosana not understand that Mel only had the purest of intentions?

Oh, one more thing.

She pointed a finger as they emerged from the stairs onto the familiar hallway, spotting the large window that cast a peaceful, afternoon light.

"Summon: Paper Crane."

Monitoring was a no-go for Mel, but respect for privacy only occurred after confirming one was safe.

So Mel summoned a bird-sized, blue Paper crane, before its wings fluttered off the window towards the sunset.

Where Selaria hopefully lay, safely with anticipation of her Sister’s apology.

Rumours about their battles should’ve spread by now.

"A gift, my little princess."

Whispering, she crossed hands with Lila’s and Rosana’s.

Tender skin on her left, and firm muscles on her right.

Her expression melted in bliss before heading to the Student Council Room.

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"..."

"..."

"...Mel."

Liora groaned at the doorfront, her elf ears visibly drooping.

"I don’t recall that you must bring two other of your...."

Her grey eyes darted between Rosana and Lila, tired and worried.

"Lovers into my space."

Lovers? That elicited a faint blush from Lila and a brow raised in interest from Rosana.

"You seem to know her quite well, Miss Liora."

Unusually respectful, Rosana intruded into Liora’s room by passing by Liora’s slumped shoulder.

Pulling Lila and Mel in, they plopped down on the sofa.

"Indeed." Liora nodded as she walked.

"She was to join the Student Council. As a member, I want to ease my exhaustion."

"Eh?" Lila yelped. "Doesn’t that mean Mel and my date will be delayed?"

"No need to worry. Mel did not need to fulfill duties as only an honorary member."

"Hm..." Lila fidgeted. "Thanks... it means a lot to me."

Same worries, but at least this one was more polite.

Then, the elf moved across, stopped, and loomed over Rosana.

"Lend the seat to me, please."

Rosana frowned. "Inadequate of you for forcing me."

The Heiress gestured forward. "Feel free to occupy the seats at the front instead."

Instead, Liora shook her head.

"I made a deal with Mel."

She rubbed her dry eye, impatience crossing.

"Please, Heiress. Or I might cast you aside from our Council’s office."

Rosana tilted her head, bemused by Liora’s attempt at negotiation.

So she sprang up with a little sigh. "It’s infuriating, but out of my respect for you, I shall-"

Then, Rosana froze as the elf immediately plopped down into the seat.

And without a hint to reply or bow for the Heiress’s generosity, she settled her head onto Mel’s soft, thick thighs.

Before closing her eyes, peaceful snores soon escaped her nostrils.

Rosana just stood there, watching.

Then her ruby, flat gaze stuttered towards Mel’s, who only closed and relaxed her eyes with a hum.

For a moment, Rosana could feel her respect for the Elf crack—just a little.