Chapter 41: Isn't It Fun to Make the White-Stockings Princess Call You Daddy? (2)
Chapter 41: Isn't It Fun to Make the White-Stockings Princess Call You Daddy? (2)
Lilith frequently roped him into doing her bidding while keeping him at arm's length emotionally.
This dynamic stemmed from their disparity in power, giving Lilith absolute confidence. She didn't even feel the need to resort to brute force, believing her mental games alone were sufficient.
Otherwise, things might not have gone her way so easily.
Lost in thought, Shia's attention returned to the match just as it concluded.
Though it was a demonstration, the combat was genuine. Lilith's sparring partner, an upperclassman chosen as her opponent, was no match for her.
With her elegant and powerful techniques, Lilith dominated the match, leaving her opponent flustered and outmatched.
It only took a few moments for her to claim victory.
The freshmen's gasps of admiration snapped Shia out of his musings. Looking up, he saw Lilith standing proudly on the stage. Her red form-fitting performance outfit accentuated her figure perfectly.
Her slim waist and toned abs were faintly visible through the fabric, giving her a dynamic, athletic beauty.
She wore ultra-short skirt-shorts paired with sheer black stockings, and every kick of her long legs commanded the battlefield.
A faint sheen of sweat on her forehead only added to her allure, showcasing the beauty of motion itself.
It was as if Lilith stood under a spotlight, her entire being radiating brilliance.
Watching her, Shia felt a sudden sense of crisis.
If one day Lilith gave up her mental manipulations and decided to lock him in a dark room, he'd have no way to resist.
He'd have no chance to fight back then.
The only solution was to accelerate his own growth. Only by becoming stronger could he gain the power to protect himself!
Only then could he openly and confidently turn this scheming woman into his golden retriever!
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After the combat demonstration, it was time for the new students' training session.
Lilith, now basking in the admiration of the freshmen, had become a role model.
The reliable senior in black stockings, paired with her dazzling golden hair and radiant, sunny smile—who could possibly dislike her?
Especially since she didn't display the arrogance of a skilled fighter and was even willing to guide her junior schoolmates.
"Your grip on the sword isn't quite right. It'll tire your wrist and weaken your strikes," Lilith said.
From behind, she wrapped her arms around a younger girl, gently adjusting her posture with both hands.
This close and tender guidance left the girl blushing with excitement.
After circling through the crowd, Lilith had effortlessly gained a group of adoring fans.
When she reached Violet, she smiled brightly and greeted her enthusiastically, working hard to leave a good impression.
"Violet, it's nice to see you again," Lilith said warmly.
Violet nodded with a reserved smile.
As the eldest daughter of the Guen family, Violet saw Lilith as a strong senior worth befriending. Connection rating: +1.
The two conversed easily, while Shia—despite being Lilith's fiancé—was treated like a stranger.
After all, Lilith had already made it clear that in public, she would only acknowledge him if she chose to.
"I don't want people to think you got in here because of me," she had said, her expression one of deep sincerity.
If Shia didn't know her true nature, he might have believed her.
Not that it bothered him. Playing the part of strangers was fine by him.
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After the upperclassmen's demonstration and guidance session, it was time for the new students to engage in their own combat exercises.
Pairing was done freely.
The freshmen were brimming with excitement, eager to both win their matches and challenge strong opponents.
But the strongest figures, like Violet—revered as the Silver Moon Princess—were out of reach for most.
Who would willingly face someone so powerful and risk getting crushed?
Violet, for her part, wasn't interested in dueling just anyone. She already had her target in mind.
Her goal was none other than Shia, the top-ranking freshman who had taken first place in the entrance qualifications.
She intended to publicly expose his weakness and destroy his reputation.
A commoner with no training talent—what right did he have to claim such an honor?
An honor that rightfully belonged to her, and her alone.
"I challenge you," Violet declared, standing directly before Shia.
Her expression was calm, but her heart was in turmoil.
Though she disliked the thought of humiliating someone publicly, she felt compelled to do so.
Shia, however, wasn't surprised by her challenge.
And that was precisely why he found it so annoying.
She didn't want to face the consequences of beating him, knowing it would tarnish his reputation. Yet, she felt obligated to act.
It was a classic case of selfish rationalization—doing what benefited her while justifying it with noble-sounding reasons.
If she didn't want to do it, then why do it at all?
But if she chose to go through with it, then she should fully commit.
Instead, she wavered, stuck in a constant inner conflict, presenting herself as a delicate and selfish little princess.
Still...
"Sure," Shia said with a kind smile, accepting the challenge eagerly.
If Violet intended to use him as a stepping stone, then he would do the same.
The clash between the top two freshmen quickly drew everyone's attention.
Most of the freshmen stopped their own sparring matches to watch, their curiosity piqued by Shia, the unexpected first-place student.
Shia, calm and collected, already had a plan.
His ace was the reward he had earned earlier: the 'Relic of Pure White Conception', a reward from breaking the record on the third floor of the Divine Grace Clock Tower.
The blank cardholder in his hand radiated an air of mystery as Shia spun it idly, his confident smile giving nothing away.
'Pure White Conception' was an E-rank relic with A-rank potential.
It was designed to interact with the laws of reality, granting its user the ability to construct small-scale rules through engraved cards.
This power was groundbreaking—it allowed even ordinary people to wield the power of law, something typically reserved for high-level experts.
The relic's concept was revolutionary, but its application was extremely limited.
The rules it could construct were minute, barely scratching the surface of the countless laws governing the world.
Moreover, creating rules required rigorous logical consistency, and higher-tier rules became increasingly restrictive.
For example, it couldn't let a baby instantly kill a high-ranking warrior—such a rule would violate the fundamental balance of reality.
Because of these limitations, Pure White Conception was often dismissed as impractical.
But Shia knew better.
Instead of overreaching, he crafted a simple rule on the first card: Call Me Daddy.
The card glowed with a gray-white rune, embodying the essence of the law.
The trigger condition? When someone attempted to attack him, he only needed to say, "Can't you at least call me Daddy?"
This would activate the card's effect, compelling the target to call him as their daddy.
And once that was established, wasn't showing respect to one's daddy only natural?
Perhaps even bowing and saluting?
On the stage, Violet appeared in her combat attire: a silver-white battle suit made of tough sharkskin leather, perfectly outlining her figure.
Her tall, athletic build and high ponytail of silver hair exuded a commanding aura.
Her long legs were clad in white stockings, paired with silver boots, completing an outfit that seemed designed to captivate.
It was less a combat uniform and more a bold statement, oozing a tantalizing allure.
Shia, inwardly amused by her appearance, kept his expression neutral.
Standing two meters apart, Violet faced him, her face filled with confidence.