Chapter 9: The Ice Queen and The Perversion Hurricane

Sylvie lay in the infirmary, wrapped in bandages like a mummy. She had suffered critical injuries—mostly to her reputation.

"Worth it…" she muttered before coughing up blood.

Before she could relax, the door slammed open. A tall, silver-haired girl with icy blue eyes stepped in, her presence as chilling as a midwinter storm.

Lady Seraphina von Frosthart, the fifth heroine—also known as the Academy's Ice Queen. She was rumored to have a heart of steel, wielding frost magic so powerful she could freeze entire lakes.

She stared at Sylvie, eyes filled with contempt. "So, you're the infamous pervert."

Sylvie gulped. "I prefer 'passionate enthusiast of feminine beauty,' but yes, that's me."

Seraphina approached the bedside. "As the Student Council Vice President, I've been ordered to keep an eye on you. I personally suggested you be frozen and shattered."

"…That seems extreme."

"You groped Princess Evelyn in front of the entire academy."

Sylvie sighed. "Look, I didn't mean to—"

Seraphina leaned in closer, her icy scent filling the air. "One more incident, and I'll make sure your entire existence is preserved in a block of ice for the rest of eternity."

Something about the threat sent a shiver down Sylvie's spine. Was it fear?

No.

It was thrill.

"Y-You're so cool…" she whispered in awe.

Seraphina recoiled slightly. "…What?"

Sylvie smiled dreamily. "You're cold, heartless, and want to kill me. That's… incredible."

A dangerous aura radiated from Seraphina. "Are you insane?"

"No, just very into strong women."

For the first time in history, Seraphina von Frosthart looked visibly disturbed.