To Nerys, who had thought up to that point, someone spoke.

“Hey, you, first-year there.”

A chilly but still innocent voice of a girl around adolescence.

There was no way not to recognize that voice. Nerys turned to the direction of the voice.

There stood Natasha Grenenhals, a teenager with ginger-colored hair elegantly swept up like a painting.

Nerys looked at Natasha with calm eyes for a moment. Then, she smiled.

“Yes, senior.”

“Why are you here at this late hour? There’s a curfew for first-years. Kids should go to bed early.”

The student council members regularly patrolled, catching students who stayed late in the school building and played pranks. Especially for lower grades, they couldn’t roam around after curfew unless reported.

Nerys answered with an innocent voice.

“Wasn’t it reported to the student council? Today, Professor Sheridan decided to have a social test rehearsal with the students.”

“Oh.”

Of course, as it was a gathering of students outside regular class hours, Sheridan reported the rehearsal to the student council. When Natasha heard those words, she remembered.

“Sheridan reported the classroom for the rehearsal, but it’s not in this building. It’s the building next door.”

“Really? I thought it was here.”

The classroom designated for the rehearsal was not the usual social classroom but a building mainly used by upperclassmen. So, for a first-year student, it could be confusing.

Natasha raised her eyebrows and said plainly.

“Now that you know, go quickly. The area where you are allowed to go is limited to the building between the teacher-reported building and your dormitory. Don’t you want to get demerits?”

“No. Thank you for teaching me, senior. If it weren’t for you, I might have wandered around in the wrong place.”

Although Natasha knew that she was not a kind person, and she didn’t have the intention to be particularly kind, there was no reason to feel bad about receiving praise. She looked down at the little one with a gentler gaze than before.

Renowned charm and delicate appearance. If this child grew up like this, she would undoubtedly become a significant beauty.

No, in fact, among the new students this year, there were many beauties. How famous is the young Megara Lycandros in high society already? What about the innocent Idalia Kendall?

Natasha was confident in her beauty, but there was no guarantee that her boyfriend, Abelus, who liked beauties, wouldn’t turn his eyes away ten years from now.

Her father, Duke Grenenhals, sent away a perfectly fine wife to the countryside on various excuses and changed young beauties several times. Many men in high society did that.

Having grown up witnessing such scenes, she didn’t expect loyalty from a man’s love. So, she had to firmly step on things that had the potential to crawl up.
Looking at Natasha lost in thought, a moment of contempt flickered in Nerys’s eyes. However, it happened in such a brief moment that Natasha didn’t catch on to it.

Soon, Natasha voiced a sudden thought. Though their appearances were different, this girl, when making a gentle expression, strangely resembled Nellusion. As if they had lived together for a long time.

“You’re cute. Are you a relative of Nellusion? You look more like him than Valentine.”

Nellusion and Valentine appeared quite different when separated. While Nellusion was calm and friendly, Valentine was blatantly arrogant.

However, internally, the two were eerily similar, as if manufactured. Natasha still seemed unaware of this fact.

‘Disgusting devils.’

Nerys thought that no one from the Elendria family could escape that description. It would be refreshing to tie them up and throw them into the fires of hell.

But, if she looked at herself in the same way?

‘I must be the same.’

Nerys, who engaged in lies, deceit, and betrayal, would also be thrown into the fires of hell someday. And when that day comes, she intended to enjoy the pain proudly.

While watching the enemies screaming beside her.

But she couldn’t go yet. There was much to do, as much as possible.

So, Nerys shyly smiled.

“Thank you for saying that. If I were even a tenth as pretty as a senior, I would have no regrets. Our year’s Megara is so cute and popular for her looks. Everyone says she’ll surely meet a wonderful person because she’s from a high status.”

Natasha, who restrained Nerys while engaging in schemes like kidnapping, eventually took Abelus away. Moreover, it wasn’t a new crown princess but someone else, Megara, who was considered the most beautiful woman in high society at that time.

At that time, Natasha might have prioritized guarding Megara if she hadn’t been preoccupied with marriage negotiations between the Elendria family and the royal family. That side had a much higher chance.

Now, the freshmen might not be paying much attention to someone too young, but if they planted seeds of suspicion several times, they could control to some extent.

Natasha blinked at Nerys’s words. Then, she swiftly erased all sentiments with a businesslike smile and ended the short conversation.

“Aren’t you running late?”