Chapter 20 Men should be careful about playful women

Perhaps many in the League of Blades do not know what the Li family does, but at least they have heard of one of the five classic runes from the First Order Rune: Liqibao's Witchcraft. Although this wasn't invented by Liqibao, it was named by the Holy Sanctuary to honor the great heroes of the Holy War. This is the Li family!

To those who understand their background, this is a family that isn't particularly well-liked. They handle assassinations, intelligence, and sabotage for the entire League of Blades, as well as cleaning up internal traitors. It is said that they also created many wrongful cases in the past. Most of the dirty work in the League is handled by them, making them feared and hated, thus having few allies within the League and poor relations with other forces.

The Li family has always had a seat among the thirteen public council members of the League of Blades. The naming of the foundational rune has made their glory in the Holy War widely known, and they are considered creators of the current peace and one of the founders of the League of Blades. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people, they are also a respectable and now one of the most powerful families in the League of Blades.

Proud Princess Winnie was currently sitting at one end of the long table, without any semblance of ladylike behavior.

She crossed her legs, ignoring the feast on the table, and only used a silver fork to pick at a salad in front of her, taking a small piece of vegetable the size of a fingernail and putting it in her mouth after a long while.

"Garbage school, garbage dorm, garbage food!" she chewed fiercely, as if the piece of vegetable had a deep grudge against her: "Hey, how long do I have to stay here!"

Beside her stood an old butler, his slicked-back head and goatee meticulously groomed. He bowed slightly, responding to the young mistress's question: "No, Miss, not here. The master said you should live on campus."

"Live, live, live, all he knows is to say. Is that a place for people to live? And the food at that school, my goodness, do you know what they feed me? Food cooked in a big pot, and the chef doesn't even wear a mask. I saw him spitting into the food when he talked!"

Winnie was furious. To express her anger, she swept a nearby dish of honey-glazed bear tongue onto the ground. The secret silver plate wouldn't break, but the rich broth stained the white carpet beyond recognition.

"I don't care. If I have to stay a few more days, fine, but starting tomorrow, you must bring lunch to the school every day!"

"That won't be possible," the old butler said: "To be honest, today is your last meal. The master said your allowance will stop, only covering the expenses for soul beasts, and directly providing the necessities for their cultivation. No further monetary assistance will be given."

"What?!" Winnie was stunned, her face flushed with rage: "Ah, is the old man crazy? Is he insane?!"

"The master said you've grown up and need to learn responsibility and duty," the old butler remained unperturbed, accustomed to the mistress's style, or rather, this was the Shelby family's way. The master seemed to be even harsher on the old master back then.

"Screw that old man's nonsense! I don't want to!" With a crash, several plates hit the ground, filling the room with fragrant smells: "I'll kill him!"

"Miss, the master said please mind your language at Rose Academy. Headmistress Karida isn't easy to deal with," the old butler smiled, advising gently.

"Mind my language, my foot! How dare he treat me like this, how dare he treat me like this, that damn old man, and that pretentious little witch, acting young at her age!"

The enraged princess screamed in fury, pulling the tablecloth, sending hundreds of dishes worth a lifetime's earnings for commoners crashing to the floor.

"You go back and tell him right now, if he dares to stop my allowance, I'd rather starve, die of thirst, or die outside than eat a single bite from that lousy school cafeteria or sleep a single night in that lousy dorm! That damn old man, if he wants me dead, he should just say so. He promised me I could choose anything!"

"Indeed," the old butler maintained his smile, showing a hint of regret: "The master also said, if you really don't want to, he won't force you. He can give you a second option."

"What option?" Winnie perked up her ears: "Will he still stop my allowance?"

"No need for that, but transfer to another school. If you're willing to go, he'll accept any unreasonable demands."

"Pah, such a good place?" Winnie spat, "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me where, anywhere is fine, I don't believe there's a worse place than here!"

"The Dark Magic Academy on Skull Island," the old butler smiled, pulling out a gray admission notice from his pocket: "The master has already contacted them. If Rose Academy doesn't suit you, go to the Dark Magic Academy. The dean is very interested and welcomes you."

Winnie shuddered instantly, damn.

The Dark Magic Academy, a haven for old perverts and lunatics. Getting out alive is uncertain, and if you come out missing or with extra body parts, you'd be embarrassed to say you came from there.

The gray document on the table, resembling a death certificate, was the admission notice. Just looking at it made her feel like a bunch of eerie ghosts were laughing at her, with her name, Winnie Lee, signed at the bottom.

Damn, why write my name on such an ugly thing...

It seems the old man is serious this time.

"Can I choose something else?"

"No, the master only gave you these two options. Miss, you just need to put your fingerprint on this admission contract," the old butler placed the admission notice in front of her, pointing: "The Dark Magic Academy can sense it and will send someone to fetch you tomorrow."

Winnie lowered her head in thought, and the old butler waited patiently.

After three seconds, Winnie looked up, her face breaking into a gentle and sweet smile, "Grandpa Robert, I'll go to school tomorrow. Tell Grandpa I'll study hard and make progress every day."

The old butler nodded expressionlessly.

"Um, can we get another dish?" Winnie pointed at the remains of the meal.

"Certainly, please wait a moment." Robert turned around, a slight smile on his face.

Winnie sighed. She was just a lonely, pitiful, weak girl; how could she go to a place full of lunatics?

But staying at Rose Academy is too boring. If she causes trouble, Karida, that little witch, isn't easy to deal with, and she can't beat her. Does she have to waste her youth?

That old woman at the Wizard Academy looks annoying, daring to wear low-cut clothes in front of me, flaunting her assets? Maybe I should set fire to the Wizard Department someday.

No, no money to pay for it, the old man is serious this time.

Or... find a man to play with?

Winnie's eyes gleamed. Since she's idle anyway, men can be fun.

(Thank you, Ling Luo Luo, for the generous donation of 200,000 to achieve the Nine Heavenly Alliance Leader status!)