I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 532

Chapter 79: Already Booked

The restless bloodline brought back some terrible memories.

Chilling winds, whispers of the dead, father’s roars, mother’s tears, the Empire’s soldiers clashing and weeping, and blood that stained the swirling snow…

The Silver-Haired Girl suddenly jolted awake.

An uncontrollable massive extraordinary aura flickered briefly in the room, sounding like thunder, shaking the windows with cracks.

The silver wolf beside her also got spooked, its fur standing on end, and it jumped off the bed.

Drenched in cold sweat, the Silver-Haired Girl sat up. After a few seconds, feeling the warm sunlight coming through the window, her constricted pupils slowly returned to normal.

“Just remembered some bad stuff…”

Xue Nuo covered her face with one hand and sighed lightly.

The silver wolf beside her whimpered, rubbing against her hand for comfort.

About eighteen years ago, the Empire’s borders were invaded by the Demon Race.

The pampered Duke’s daughter faced the battlefield for the first time and was subjected to the cruelest baptism.

The powerful border Duke suffered a tremendous defeat due to misinformation, ambushed by the demons. The border fortress was completely surrounded, and from the entire Andeviss family, with an army of one hundred thousand, she was the only one who escaped alive.

If it weren’t for a chance encounter with the little white thing that was also shivering in the snow, with nowhere to go, supporting and huddling together, she probably would’ve frozen to death in the Empire’s winter long ago.

Thinking of this, Xue Nuo rubbed her partner’s head, her gaze softening rare enough: “It’s okay, it was just a dream.”

Years have passed, and Xue Nuo had long come to terms with it.

The hatred hadn’t faded; it was just… in the long slaughter at the Empire’s borders, Xue Nuo had become numb.

Cultists and demons were enemies of humanity, harming lives for absurd and even ridiculous reasons. On the battlefield, it was kill or be killed; counting every one was meaningless.

There were millions of demons; even high-level extraordinary beings couldn’t wipe them all out.

What’s more, the four kings leading the demons, the Pale Empress, had perished together with her father, leaving her without any clear target for revenge.

That battle was one her father should’ve won.

If only the royal reinforcements had arrived a bit sooner, even if just by a minute…

The already restless bloodline surged even more under the girl’s unwillingness, a piercing icy pain twisting her expression slightly.

Xue Nuo clenched her fists and then slowly let go, exhaling a long breath to barely suppress the restless bloodline.

Saying anything now meant nothing.

This afternoon was the New Year’s gala.

To be honest, the disorder of her bloodline was much worse than she anticipated; the power of Ice Souls couldn’t stop rampaging through her body, making every breath feel like a dull pain in her heart.

Dealing with those cult priests didn’t require so much strength before, and now it felt like she was reaping what she had sown. The oddities in her body were causing her thoughts to spiral out of control, reminding her of those terrible pasts.

This wouldn’t do.

She couldn’t let her unhappy past ruin that kid’s excitement…

Xue Nuo got out of bed, her delicate bare feet padding to the kitchen.

To ensure she could suppress her restless bloodline, she brewed several times the usual amount of potion in one go.

Looking at the strange dark liquid bubbling with a mysterious foam, the corners of Xue Nuo’s eyes twitched slightly, but in the end, she steeled her heart, picked up the bowl of medicine, and downed a hefty dose all at once.

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On the last day of December, as the sun set, the night fell, and every corner of Academy City lit up with colorful glows.

As the old year was sent off and the new year welcomed in, it was only right to celebrate together; this was a consensus among all humanity.

The Magic Academy was no exception.

Tonight’s banquet hall was even more extravagant than usual.

Warmly lit crystal chandeliers and countless floating magical candles created a cozy and joyful atmosphere. The walls flowed with magical murals depicting rising fire lions and dancing elves, symbols of the seven great powers.

Celebratory music filled the air, mingling with the cheerful voices of teachers and students, echoing throughout the banquet hall.

This banquet was not just for the nobility but for all teachers and students, aimed at a joint celebration regardless of nationality or class.

So the attending teachers and students were all in for a laid-back vibe, ranging from elegantly dressed men and women to those in school uniforms and casual wear.

For the later half of the gala, lovers and couples mostly dressed up for dancing.

But teachers mostly wore proper clothes or casual outfits.

Even if they usually had a blast on their own, they still had to act professionally in public settings.

This New Year’s gala gathered diplomats from various powers.

If a scandal arose from an impure teacher-student relationship, and some diplomat got unhappy and questioned, “Are your academy’s teachers here to educate, or to corrupt our budding flowers?” it would be embarrassing not to mention risking their jobs!

Even the “loose faction” led by the mature female teachers felt awkward publicly engaging in teacher-student romances in front of the sages and numerous diplomats. Instead, many donned their uniforms or robes, each more constrained and proper than the last.

It was precisely for this reason that when the Silver-Haired Beauty arrived, it drew a collective gasp.

Her silver hair fell like snow, and her starry eyes sparkled.

Dressed in a deep blue strapless gown that swayed slightly, the dress was intricately embroidered with delicate snowflakes, the bodice adorned with an exquisite blue rose.

The cinched waist outlined elegant, slender lines while the strapless design revealed her delicate and sexy collarbone.

Her expressionless, hard-to-read beauty, slightly aloof, combined with her haughty black silk-clad legs and the gentle rise and fall of her high heels, together painted her as a highland flower of the Empire’s snowy mountains, captivating many who paused, yearning to submit.

Unfortunately, her ice-blue eyes didn’t stop for anyone, her graceful steps showing no sign of hesitation as she passed through the crowd, leaving behind an ethereal fragrance, making submission feel like a mere fantasy.

In the crowd, there were many gazes filled with admiration and desire, but nobody dared to approach, fearing the girl’s coldness might hurt them.

Only the Silver-Haired Prince walked up boldly without hesitation.

Dressed to the nines, he must have intended to dance. Yet, there were very few who qualified to dance with her present.

The answer was pretty obvious, right? As a teacher, even if secretly flirting with students, how could he really dance with a mere apprentice in public?

While unable to contact the Undead School, which made him a bit uneasy, Winter still guessed that Xue Nuo looked down on apprentices due to prior attacks.

The Silver-Haired Prince approached confidently, with a gentle smile: “Cousin, it seems you’ve finally come to terms with things.”

“You look more beautiful tonight than ever…”

However, the Silver-Haired Girl skipped past the pleasantries, letting out a faint sigh: “Sorry, but I’ve already made plans.”

Then, without mercy, she stepped away from him, leaving him behind.

Unfortunately, Xue Nuo couldn’t care less about Winter’s intentions right now.

She discreetly scanned the surroundings but couldn’t find any sign of her beloved apprentice, her brows knitting slightly, feeling a bit frustrated.

Was she too early for the gala?

While caught up in this dilemma, her usual colleagues gathered around.

A mature female teacher, holding a wine glass, approached and whistled lightly: “Didn’t expect it, Xue Nuo-sensei, planning to turn up the heat tonight?”

Hearing this, Xue Nuo looked at her colleagues, her eyes trembling slightly.

It seemed like she was the only one in a gown among the teachers.

Thinking that, she muttered nervously: “Is it… weird to wear a gown?”