CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 45: THE LITTLE ONES ARE ALSO VERY CUTE

"It seems President Dyres’s threatening presence indeed exceeds my imagination."

Enola was reviewing the quarterly reports submitted by stores throughout the Empire Capital. Her fountain pen danced between her delicate, fair fingers, occasionally sketching a few strokes on the paper.

Due to a certain someone’s hands-off and lazy attitude towards their family business, this blonde girl had not only developed formidable strength but also inadvertently cultivated the demeanor of a domineering female CEO.

"I don’t consider my looks inferior to the student president’s, but it seems Student Shiayar might prefer the demure, dependent type."

"Or could it be that Student Shiayar also has that particular trait—being completely spellbound by a woman’s... assets?"

The magic chandelier cast a soft glow, illuminating Enola’s pristine and delicate face, but it couldn’t dispel the odd atmosphere in the air.

Shiayar’s gaze swept across Enola’s chest, and he unconsciously let out a sigh. This girl of his was praiseworthy in almost every way: beautiful, easy on the eyes, fierce, and a woman of few words. Her only flaw, if one had to be named, was probably her figure. And if the most fitting word to describe it had to be chosen—it would be ’flat as a board.’

"Actually, I think small is also quite cute..."

The chilling silence that immediately filled the air made Shiayar hastily change the subject.

He sat down on the sofa next to Enola.

"What I mean is—this time I really am innocent. My relationship with President Dyres is truly just a pure one between a student and the student council president; nothing else has happened."

"Nothing has happened now, but that doesn’t mean something won’t happen later, right?"

Enola capped her fountain pen, gathered the completed documents, and then knelt on the sofa to face Shiayar, her pale blonde hair trailing to the floor.

"Why is Student Shiayar so nervous? After all, you personally saved President Dyres from the hands of the evil followers."

"Just like the scenes you wrote in your book... a hero saves a beauty, and then it’s only reasonable for the beauty to fall for the hero and offer herself to him."

She pointed at the pink envelope. "Look, this is her way of revealing her feelings to Student Shiayar."

"Since it’s a love letter, a confession, shouldn’t I perhaps make myself scarce? After all, it’s a girl’s private thoughts; she probably wouldn’t want another girl to see them."

"I’m not the beast you think I am, Ennie," Shiayar sighed and picked up the envelope. "Although President Dyres is certainly... ample, and in a different league than you, I’m not that superficial a person."

"Without an emotional foundation, such a confession is just an impulsive whim, with no possibility of lasting. I will reject her properly."

As he spoke, he opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

The pink paper was completely blank.

Shiayar turned the letter over and frowned slightly.

"A blank scripture?"

Hearing Shiayar’s words, the frosty expression on the blonde girl’s pretty face softened considerably.

She took the blank letter and envelope from Shiayar’s hand, tilted her head to examine it for a moment, and then handed it back to him.

"Perhaps President Dyres and Student Shiayar have some sort of secret code to decipher it—"

"Like needing to soak the letter in a special solution, or toast it over a fire for the writing to appear."

"It seems I shouldn’t have let you review the draft of ’Sherlock Holmes Casebook’ I was preparing to send to the Royal Book Society," Shiayar said.

He lay back helplessly on the sofa and closed his eyes.

He gently extended his spiritual power, slowly examining every detail of the letter paper.

After a long while, Shiayar finally reopened his eyes.

"If I’m not mistaken, this letter paper should be a ’ritual catalyst’."

"Ritual catalyst?"

A hint of perplexity tinged Enola’s voice.

Her Pet Beast, Rhongomyniad, was on a purely physical enhancement path, so she wasn’t very familiar with magic or mystical knowledge.

"To put it simply, it’s an item used to catalyze mystical rituals. Of course, that’s the narrowest definition; its actual applications are much broader."

Shiayar thought for a moment and found an example to help Enola understand quickly.

"Do you remember the story about witchcraft I told you before?"

"A sorcerer takes hair from their victim, buries it in a prepared straw doll, and then writes the victim’s name on the doll."

"Then, by stabbing the straw doll’s heart with a knife, the actual person also dies from a shattered heart. In this case, the hair serves as the ritual catalyst."

Before Shiayar had finished speaking, he detected a sharp killing intent surging skyward.

"So, you’re saying Dyres is actually a spy sent by a secret organization, secretly plotting against you?"

The blonde girl’s gaze turned icy, her azure eyes flowing with a fervent silver light as illusory points of light slowly converged in her hand, forming the shape of a spear.

"Stop! We just refurbished our new home. I don’t want it demolished before we’ve even lived here for a few days."

Shiayar hastily grabbed Enola, who was beside him, as the sharp aura from her carved fine scratches on the wooden table.

This girl’s strength after her breakthrough was unexpectedly formidable—the mere aura faintly erupting from her was already comparable to that of an average master.

If Shiayar had reacted any slower, the furniture in the living room likely wouldn’t have survived.

"That was the most extreme example. Not all ritual catalysts have negative effects. To my knowledge, an ability like the ’Seven Nails in the Head’ doesn’t exist in this world... and even if it did, it’s not something President Dyres could control."

Shiayar spoke hastily, feeling that the girl beside him might charge into St. Roland Academy’s student council at any moment. Then, the next day’s Camelot Morning News would feature a new headline: "Two Beauties of St. Roland Academy Clash Violently Over a Certain Man; A Perversion of Human Nature or a Decline in Morality?"

"Besides, since she dared to openly send a blank letter as a catalyst, it shows President Dyres has no ill intentions. Otherwise, she could have acted in secret."

Enola uttered an "Oh," as the silver light in her eyes gradually faded.

She sat down demurely beside Shiayar again. "But I still feel something is very off about President Dyres. Perhaps there’s a problem."

"Indeed, there is a problem. It’s hard for a student from a commoner background to possess such advanced mystical knowledge."

Shiayar stood up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.

"But it doesn’t matter. Whatever happens, we’ll handle it."

"And right now, nothing is more important for us than eating. You must be hungry too, right, Ennie?"

The blonde girl, kneeling on the sofa, was about to object.

But soon, a cute rumble from her stomach interrupted her stubborn denial.

She had been in seclusion in the meditation room for a full week and hadn’t eaten anything, surviving only on a little water. Now, her stomach was growling with hunger.

Enola blinked and said in her cool voice, "Then I want hotpot."

"You got it."