The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1305 383: Danger Always Approaches in Harmless Ways (Part 4)

Back when she was in the Holy City, the love letters she received could fill a carriage, and wherever she went, she was the focus of all eyes.

But here, these clueless Mage Apprentices, not a single one dared to write her a letter! And this fool's love letter was the first letter she received!

How can this be?!

Miss Castellion may refuse to accept them, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't write!

She craved more attention, especially hoping that the charm of hers would blow into the heart of His Highness.

Just like in the "Baron Cosia's Drifting Story" she was following — beautiful things need contrast. Without experiencing the storm on the Vast Ocean, he'd never realize how hard-earned his frivolous past was.

A leading lady in the spotlight, how could she not have a few heartbroken suitors as contrast?

With this in mind, Ophelia made up her mind.

She decided to attend the appointment, or rather - she must go!

It's a lady's duty, just like Lady Tola Kirili in "The Art of Love" — even though she has no interest in Baron Finlay Erl's old-fashioned rhetoric, she patiently listened to his confession, only to gracefully reject him in the final act.

"Elifit, help me prepare my clothes, lunch break is about to end — wait, did you hear that?"

Ophelia turned around in an instant, her face flushed, and only when she saw the empty bedroom did her heart relax and she let out a sigh of relief.

That was close -

She had accidentally voiced her thoughts again.

...

The Bell Sound from the tower leisurely announced the end of the day's classes at dusk.

The apprentices left the classroom one after another, and the corridor gradually became bustling.

Ophelia adjusted her skirt, carrying a hint of maturity and excitement, confidently headed to the appointment.

Ilana gave her a strange look, feeling that her friend seemed a bit unusual today.

"Aren't you going to the laboratory?"

"You go ahead, Ilana," Ophelia lightly flicked her golden hair, giving her a proud look, "I have something to deal with… it's quite a headache."

"Need my help?" Ilana asked with concern.

"No, no, I'll sort it out quickly." Ophelia quickly left through the corner door, afraid her potential competition might follow.

She was merely attending on behalf of the Castellion family's honor, not wanting strange rumors from the laboratory, and definitely not wanting Prince Colin to misunderstand.

On the twelfth floor north, the Magic Potion Classroom lay idle due to new Preparatory Students not yet attending Magic Potion classes, making it unused for half a year.

As Ophelia approached the Magic Potion Classroom, a familiar name suddenly slipped into her ears, causing her to pause.

"…Ilana?"

Curious, she didn't walk over immediately but instead crouched down and quietly snuck into a nearby unused empty classroom.

The classroom was dimly lit, with rows of laboratory tables and various strange bottles and jars providing cover, she silently moved from the back to shadows near the front by the door.

While eavesdropping wasn't exactly ladylike, the Castellion family's ancestral teachings allowed flexibility away from rules, so it was almost as if ancestors permitted.

The position was perfect.

The sunset halo reflected on the corridor window's glass allowed Ophelia to stealthily observe the figures whispering around the corner outside the classroom.

From the bright corridor, it was hard to see her hiding under the shadows in the dim classroom.

"Is it done?"

"Hehe, it's already done, Miss Lassitina."

Ophelia's eyes widened slightly.

She instantly recognized the rotund girl with a servile grin on her face, respectful enough to seem like a servant, as Anjie, who had been inseparable from Ilana recently!

And standing before Anjie was a girl with exaggerated golden twin drill hair, looking proud and dismissive.

By her commanding look and imperious attitude, she must be Miss Lassitina in Anjie's words.

What are they up to?

Why did Ilana's name come up?

And... what was done?

Gripped by intense curiosity and anxiety, Ophelia swallowed hard and continued listening attentively.

Miss Lassitina nodded in satisfaction, her lips curling into an elegant smile. Before she spoke, a girl standing nearby grinned wickedly and said,

"Well done, Anjie, nice work! Next, during the Maze Trial, just lead her deep in, and while she's entangled with the hungry 'Beating Vine,' conveniently get separated… Hehe, the scene will be lovely."

A chestnut-haired girl beside her chuckled and added, "We could even toss in a few 'Acidic Slimes,' whose acid can dissolve fabric. In less than half a minute, a maze will have an exposed pretty lady… hope she manages to walk out."

"Haha! Too bad there are no real goblins in the maze, or she might have to waddle out with a belly haha." Anjie sneered viciously.

Her comment prompted the girls, and the chestnut-haired girl eagerly suggested.

"Why don't we buy some from Adventurers? I heard you can get genuine ones on Artisan Street!"

"Alright, you all stop with the horrible ideas, the magic users in Academic State aren't stupid, do you think they can't tell a fake goblin from a real one?"

Miss Lassitina calmly interrupted, then eyed the anxious girl who kept her head bowed, saying, "Don't leave evidence by doing unnecessary things. Our goal is to teach her a lesson, embarrass her in front of Prince Colin, make it impossible for her to stay here ... that's enough."

She paused, and her elegant smile gradually turned sinister.

"However, the Acidic Slime idea is good… it will allow more people to get a good look at that wench in despair."

Laughter filled the corridor, coupled with whistles replacing applause.

"Hahaha!"

"Lucky those lads."

"Hope someone has a Recording Crystal!"

At this, Ophelia's face turned cold entirely, her sapphire blue eyes flickering with icy rage.

So it's this —

She knew this filthy trick all too well.

Only the most unremarkable small nobles at the Royal Academy of the Holy City would bully the civilians who passed the exams using such disgraceful means. Simply because their family crests had long been tarnished, they resorted to this to display the pitiable authority they had left.

The Castelion family disdained this, even the person she most disliked, Miss Lambert, upheld a status too high for such deplorable dealings.

She just didn't expect such nasty deeds in Academic State, considered a scholarly Holy Land by countless Imperial citizens!

"Dare harm my friend… very well."

Ophelia laughed coldly in her heart, resolved to give these oblivious fools an unforgettable "surprise"…

The matter of love letters and confessions was utterly forgotten by her.

No longer waiting for the boy named "Sana" to appear, she stole out of the empty classroom silently…

There was something far more important to do now.

When Ophelia silently left, she didn't notice someone else hiding in the empty classroom.

Behind those gently swaying curtains, Sarah's figure blended with the darkness, her cat-like vertical pupils observed everything unfolding here.

She watched Ophelia sneaking into the classroom, heard the toxic plan of those upper-year apprentices, and finally saw Ophelia's cold anger and her resolve to retaliate.

Good.

Just as Lord Demon King said, she didn't need to handle everything personally; she only needed to place the pieces where they belong and then watch them play out.

Sarah found new understanding in her role.

Confirming that Lord Demon King's plan was unfolding precisely as anticipated, she lingered no longer, disappearing quietly into the dusk shadows, like ink merging with the night.

As if she had never existed…