Morning light streamed through the Gothic stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the ancient stone corridor.
The corridors of Sibyl Magic Academy were filled with the scent of parchment and ink, mingling with the fresh aroma of newly mown grass from outside the windows.
Today was another exceptionally lively day at Sibyl Magic Academy.
Mainly because a silver-haired beauty suddenly appeared among the lower-grade students…
From the moment this silver-haired young woman stepped into the classroom, all the male students in the room were captivated.
The morning light gilded him with a soft silver edge; his snow-white long hair was tied into a high ponytail, swaying back and forth with his steps, the ends slightly curled like a flowing spring under the moonlight.
When such a figure appeared, for hot-blooded 16 or 17-year-old boys, falling in love and being captivated was a matter of an instant.
“Woah, hey, look…” a boy whispered, nudging his classmate, who was still copying homework, with his elbow.
Over one hundred and twenty pairs of eyes turned simultaneously, and a pencil slipped from one boy’s fingers, tapping an abrupt sound on the stone floor.
However, the classmates who had shared a classroom for five years quickly recognized that this should be Fafner, who had lost the duel yesterday.
His porcelain-white skin had a faint blush, his pretty face, graceful figure, and slender, long legs.
In the vast lecture hall, Fafner walked to the back of the classroom and slammed his leather bag onto the desk…
He sat on the stool with his legs crossed, the black stockings creating fine wrinkles on the chair’s surface.
Mil’s words echoed in his mind—“I don’t like Fafner’s kind, neither male nor female.”
For the gender-fluid Dragon Race, this was an immense insult!
The maid accompanying him, with a strange smile, gently comforted him:
“It’s alright, Prince Fafner, you just haven’t reached adulthood yet. Once you do, they will all submit to the might of the male Dragon Race.”
Hearing this, Fafner felt somewhat relieved, as he was only a little over a month away from adulthood.
He stood up, his legs encased in black stockings forming elegant lines, and stomped his small leather shoes, then, blushing, pulled his skirt down a bit.
After sitting down, he impatiently tucked a stray strand of silver hair behind his ear with slender fingers.
The girls gasped and gathered around, but their previous looks of admiration turned into whispers of praise.
Fafner’s personality was very unpopular among the boys…
He was always arrogant, aloof, and self-important, only interacting with girls and ignoring boys.
But today, even the male classmates who had never spoken to Fafner plucked up the courage one after another, approaching him without holding grudges:
“Good morning, Prince Fafner! Hehe… Prince Fafner…”
“Prince Fafner, I’ve been a bit stressed lately…”
“Prince Fafner, want to go to the restroom together?”
The boys, blushing, crowded closer, their gazes blankly wandering over him.
Fafner clenched his fists tightly, then suddenly slammed a fist on the desk, roaring:
“So annoying! Get lost, you smelly monkeys!”
His porcelain-white cheeks flushed faintly with anger, like a budding rose veiled in white.
If this were in the past, everyone would have been enraged by this young master’s self-important tone…
But now, they found his bell-like voice particularly captivating:
“Prince, Prince Fafner, could you scold us a bit more? We love it!”
The boys shamelessly crowded around, their eyes burning, one after another, starting to wildly tease him. Fafner gritted his silver teeth, clenching them audibly, but there was nothing he could do.
Soon, the first class ended, and Fafner’s second class was on the Empire’s history and culture.
In the classroom, the students were still getting to know each other and were somewhat restrained, but once they left the classroom, things became uncontrollable…
When Fafner walked out of the castle, the summer sun was scorching and dazzling. He raised a hand to shield his forehead, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, like a pampered noble young lady.
His striking figure quickly attracted the attention of those around him.
“Hi! Little beauty, let’s get acquainted!”
“Classmate! Do you have a boyfriend?”
“My turtle can do a backflip…”
Those boys, thinking they looked cool as they tossed their hair, made Fafner feel a wave of nausea:
“Shut up! Aren’t you annoying? I’m a boy!”
However, his shouts were completely ineffective; in fact, the more he shouted, the more excited those strange boys became.
“So cute…”
“Since he’s a boy, he doesn’t need to care about so many formalities, right?”
“Is he wearing perfume? He smells so good!”
By the time the morning classes ended, Fafner’s reputation had spread throughout the entire campus.
The boys spread the word that there was a super cute, silver-haired, little male Dragon Race member in the fifth grade.
On the Magic Knight training ground, seven sandbags were burned to ashes by Dragon Flame.
Fafner leaned on his sword, panting, sweat dripping from his chin onto his lace cravat.
When he pulled open his collar to breathe, a collective gasp suddenly came from around him.
Even older students came to deliver love letters…
“Prince Fafner, I’ve liked you for a long time.”
“Don’t call me that! Aren’t you annoying? I’m a boy! I’m a male!”
Fafner shrieked, his voice trembling with anger.
His snow-white skin almost seemed to burn, even the tips of his ears turning crimson.
But the other person showed an infatuated smile:
“Boy… boy is fine too…”
“Are you a pervert?”
Subsequently, the hot-tempered Fafner challenged the senior who had delivered the love letter to a duel…
It was said that he struck particularly hard, but even after the senior was carried away on a stretcher, he was still giggling foolishly to himself.
Throughout the entire day, Fafner’s face remained flushed, his fair cheeks red all the way to his earlobes, and even his eyelids turned pink.
His slender fingers constantly adjusted his skirt, dodging the burning gazes cast from all directions.
…
Meanwhile…
Mil was completely unaware of his accomplishments; he was currently more concerned with his own endeavors…
Mil was well aware that the Demon God’s will was gradually distorting his worldview.
But to be honest, it was slower than he had imagined; at least, there was still a hint of compassion in his heart.
This afternoon, Black Magician Ibon’s most representative Black Flame Raven delivered a letter.
Besides apologizing for previous events, it also promised to do its utmost to re-establish the Black Magician organization, the Abyss Society, in the Holy City.
It must be said that most of the Abyss Societies in the mortal world were built by Ibon himself.
He indeed had a knack for bewitching people.
However, the letter also mentioned another matter—
‘My Lord, the City of the Holy Church is a city blessed by the Main God. It might be difficult to bewitch the people here now.
The reason it was so smooth before was mainly because the chaos holy stone, even when sealed, could corrupt people’s hearts and amplify desires.
Unfortunately, the chaos holy stone has now been moved by the Church…
However, there is another method that can achieve the same effect;
That is to set up an evil Magic Array in the Holy City—the “Fallen Angel’s Aria”!
And the key to activating this Magic Array is your Demon God’s Imprint.
Most of the materials, this old man can prepare in a short time, but…
What is still missing is a dragon heart of decent quality.’
Upon seeing this, Mil’s first thought was of Fafner, but the problem was that he seemed not to have reached adulthood yet, so the quality of his dragon heart would not be sufficient.
Moreover, even if he were an adult, taking his life would not be so easy.
But it doesn’t matter.
Next, he only needed to use his unparalleled wisdom…
To devise a brilliant plan…
Obtaining a dragon heart would be as easy as taking something from his pocket!
One cannot always fail; those previous attempts were merely mistakes.
Of course, Mil would not put all his hopes on Fafner, preparing to advance on multiple fronts.