Chapter 7: Get the Hell Outta School (2/2)

Claire felt an ominous look and turned her gaze. She saw Lashia’s figure as she went upstairs. Lashia… Claire’s heart palpitated. She knew that the unruly child would quickly find her. She had to improve her strength greatly in a short amount of time and think of a strategy.

“Claire, what genre are you looking for?” princess Maurice asked in a quiet voice.

“I’m just looking around” Claire nodded, smiling, “Thank you for taking me here, your highness. Please excuse me while I go search for a book.”

“Of course.” Princess Maurice nodded and left to go upstairs.

The Institute’s library held a large collection of books. Claire quickly found some books that she was interested in and sat down in the most remote corner to read. She was so focused on the books that she forgot about the time until the library was closing and the librarian came to remind her. Judging by the color of the sky, it was probably later than nine o’clock. Claire’s stomach started protesting.

Because she was too focused on the books, she had forgotten to eat. Claire borrowed two books and left. Students like her could only borrow two books at most, while geniuses like Lashia who the principle favored could borrow five books at once, just like the teachers.

It was night time on campus. A soft breeze blew through, cool and refreshing.

To go home or to the dorms? Claire looked at the sky and decided to go home. She still had some questions regarding magic that she wanted to ask Emery. Gordon refused to allow Emery to be Claire’s teacher and Emery thought himself as not good enough, but in Claire’s heart, Emery was already her mentor.

Just past the woods and across the square was the school gate.

As she entered the woods, a breeze stirred. Claire stopped, her gaze flitting behind her. Coldly, she said, “Come out.”

Her only answer was the wind and the rustling of leaves.

Claire’s eyes were cold and hard. How unfortunate the young genius had to wait for so long, Claire thought sarcastically.

“Humph! You idiot.” The next moment, a cold voice sounded in the woods. Lashia appeared suddenly behind Claire, looking like a ghost in her white dress.

Claire turned around slowly, looking indifferently at the utterly contorted face before her and sighed helplessly. This willful and impatient child, carrying out her plan so soon.

“Get the hell out of school and stay at home obediently. Don’t come out to disgrace our family.” Lashia gritted her teeth furiously. “I don’t know what Grandfather is thinking, letting a moron like you in school. Perhaps you haven’t shamed us enough?”

“What if I refuse?” A strange smile flitted across Claire’s face. She didn’t have time to argue with this brat.

In Lashia’s eyes, the smile was insolent taunting.

“Then I will show you what happens if you refuse.” Lashia stretched out her hand abruptly, her eyes filled with hostility, already chanting.