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And during her chat with Lily, Princess Isabel quickly inquired about the original surname of this maid with flaxen curly hair.

Of course, this was also because Lily did not choose to hide it.

"—Drost?"

Upon hearing this, Princess Isabel furrowed her brows slightly, "He actually did such a thing?"

She sounded slightly angry when she heard it.

Because until that point, her impression of Minister Drost had always been quite good. She even thought he was one of the rare good men among the ministers.

—Charles Drost. This name belongs to the kingdom's Minister of Commerce.

Although he appeared old and fat, he was a patient and polite old man.

He always laughed heartily and was very capable in his work. Most importantly, he was very respectful and loyal to the Queen. Even when facing Isabel, who was more timorous than she is now, the old man never looked down on her and always communicated with her on equal footing.

At least when Her Majesty, the Queen, complained about the ministers being inept at their jobs or disloyal to the kingdom, the surname Drost seldom came out of her mouth.

This old knight was married and had children. Even now, his grandchildren and great-grandchildren were already attending university.

At such an old age, he was still fooling around with prostitutes and even left behind a child not much older than his own grandchildren.

Isabel even had a classmate of the same age as Drost's great-granddaughter.

She was nineteen years old and in her second year.

And Miss Lily was twenty-six this year, in her first year.

But in terms of relationship, Lily was actually her aunt.

Even when the mother with her child came knocking on his door, the old Drost simply handed over his fourteen-year-old illegitimate daughter to someone else to be a personal maid.

According to Mrs. Yanis, personal maids are generally used to…

Isabel, of course, knew that Lily was innocent.

But for this very reason, she couldn't help but frown at that old knight who always laughed heartily and quietly remembered his name.

While Isabel was frowning, Lily realized for the first time that this princess actually possessed a certain dignity.

After Isabel put on a stern face, this girl, who seemed as shy and quiet as Miss Julia, actually revealed a faint sense of authority…

The girls chatted while they strolled around the villa.

After they had done a round and went downstairs, they saw Aiwass, who was quietly sleeping beside the record player.
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Aiwass, curled up in the wheelchair and sleeping, made Isabel subconsciously hold her breath.

Lily walked over on tiptoes, wanting to cover Aiwass with a blanket, but as soon as she got close, Aiwass suddenly opened his eyes quietly.

"I'm not asleep."

He said softly, with a slightly hoarse voice.

Liar, you've just woken up.

Isabel thought.

But she quickly realized something else:

Aiwass's sleep… was it that light? Lily hadn't made a sound, but he was aware of her approach.

Just then, the electronic doorbell at the villa's entrance was pressed.

Isabel instinctively wanted to go open the door, but was immediately stopped by Lily's voice, "I'll go, Your Highness."

She opened the door and found it was Hayna coming to call Aiwass for class.

Hayna peeked in from the doorway, her eyes filled with amazement and envy.

And at this moment, Isabel realized it was already two o'clock. She quickly said goodbye to Aiwass and Lily, and to Senior Hayna as well, and then hurried back to the sixth division—she had yet to ask for leave for her afternoon class.

Lily, with a clean towel, gently wiped Aiwass's face as he sat immobile in his wheelchair.

Then she took him, following Senior Hayna to the afternoon classroom.

The afternoon class was a language class, and the subject was Elvish Language. The textbook used was "Chedler's Poetry Collection Eighty Selections."

When she saw it, Hayna couldn't help but laugh out loud.

—Because that book was the one Aiwass wanted to throw into the fireplace the first time she met him, which she had stopped with her hand. It was filled with key points and difficulties that Aiwass had marked while self-studying.

Thinking back to that scene, Hayna suddenly understood… why Aiwass was so well-versed with the history of Star Antimony Kingdom's founding and the wars of the Transcendent of the empire that very morning.

Aiwass truly loved to study. There must have been some unspeakable reasons why he couldn't come to school two months ago...

Back then, he must have acted sulky on purpose because she was two hours late, which probably upset him a bit, Hayna thought to herself.

After all, Aiwass, no matter what, was still a young man.

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Getting a little temperamental is only normal... in the end, it was my own fault to begin with.

Thinking of this, Hayna shook her head helplessly.

Once again, she reminded herself in her heart.

——I must not be late next time.

She had always been oblivious to the concept of time. Before coming to the Royal Capital, her classmates said she was a child cursed by the hourglass.

But actually, Hayna felt that it was more of a blessing than a curse. She had just failed to use it properly.

Back then, when Hayna would read a book, she could do so for an entire afternoon; or she might unwittingly spend hours practicing with a sword or running. Time seemed to slip away particularly easily around her. She had no sense of it, she did not get tired because of it, she would not slack off or get distracted.

In her first year of university, she thought she was clever enough to just get by with casual studying, which almost led to her failing; but once she started to take it seriously, her grades shot up instantly. What she relied on was this uncanny ability to learn at a super-efficient pace, as if "skipping the process" entirely.

This also gave Hayna a good measure of her own level.

She wasn't actually smart, she was just good at learning.

That's why she was no longer arrogant. To her, those classmates who barely studied and indulged in fun and games every day, yet maintained their grades effortlessly, were much smarter than her.

After leaving university, it became difficult for her to study. She no longer had such a conducive environment.

But those classmates of hers were still able to quickly adapt to new environments with their intelligence and inspiration—this clearly showed that her own level was not as outstanding as her grades suggested.

Hayna arrived at the classroom half an hour early with Aiwass. Elvish Language was a public course as well, so it used the universally applied amphitheater-style classroom of the academy.

Hayna waited until the lecturer arrived before she softly introduced Aiwass's situation to the Elven Lecturer and then left.

Aiwass's proficiency in Elvish was not high, so he paid attention during the lesson. He didn't cause any trouble, and the Elven Lecturer, who spoke in Elvish almost all the time, did not specifically ask Aiwass to stand and answer questions.

She simply fluttered about in front of the blackboard like a butterfly, constantly writing and drawing, detailing those extremely complicated grammatical rules. She led the students in reciting Elvish verses, repeatedly practicing that light, airy pronunciation as if speaking poetry, and continuously corrected the pronunciation of students who made errors.

Although this Elven instructor was merely a lecturer and ranked at the lowest level in Avalon's teaching hierarchy, equivalent to a recent doctoral graduate who remained at the school... her teaching ability turned out to be surprisingly good.

In less than two hours of class, Aiwass felt that his proficiency had improved significantly. Comparing it to his memories of self-studying Elvish before, he instantly realized... this was the enhancement to learning abilities after stepping into transcendence!

To be precise, it was the power of the Path of Devotion that had strengthened parts of his body and soul.

His logical thinking and imagination had not improved significantly... but at least in terms of memory, Aiwass felt a very obvious difference.

Next, there was the speed of his body's recovery. If it had been the old Aiwass, sitting motionless in a wheelchair all day would certainly have made him feel discomfort in his joints and fatigue in his muscles.

But now, he found it remarkably easy. He even had the faint sensation that even if he continued sitting still like this without using the Fire Rite Skill to recuperate, his physical condition would not decline at all.

Although Aiwass's panel did not display his basic attributes, he definitely felt the enhancement.

After class, Aiwass chatted leisurely with Aiden and others on the way, as per their earlier arrangement, and headed to the White Ballet Shoes Club.

The White Ballet Shoes Club was located in the sixth college. By the time Aiwass made his way there, Princess Isabel had already been anxiously waiting at the entrance for a long time.

She couldn't pretend to pass the time by watching the playground outside, like she had when waiting outside Aiwass's classroom previously.

There was nothing at the entrance of the White Ballet Shoes Club. There was only a bicycle shop, a musical instrument shop, and a store selling cigars and tobacco. Next to the club was a shop selling handmade sterling silver mechanical pencils and a bar.

There was nothing suitable for her to look at.

So Isabel simply stood at the entrance, looking very much like she was waiting for someone.

When Aiwass arrived, Isabel was handling inquiries from a senior who had come out of the club.

The senior obviously knew Isabel's identity. He was solemn with a dignified expression and a humble attitude.

He could have almost said, "Please don't hold it against me, it's not my fault."

It was clear at a glance that he had lost a bet and had been pushed forward by his friends.

What surprised Aiwass was that this time, Isabel's manner of speaking with strangers had visibly become much smoother.

Although she seemed somewhat nervous, she was fully capable of clearly expressing her thoughts. She wasn't shrinking back or overly polite as before.

Only, she was a bit reticent... she responded with a word or two to every couple of sentences from the other party, which made her appear somewhat aloof. Aside from that, she was nearly back to normal.

Aiwass gave a low hiss.

...Can my words have such a quick effect?

Can social anxiety really improve this fast? Effective in half a day?

He thought back to Isabel inadvertently revealing her aggressive side, and how their private communications seemed quite normal, not differing from the average person...

It seemed the only difference was that Isabel's mood had become notably better.

Aiwass suddenly realized.

——This Avalon princess wasn't actually socially anxious... she was simply lacking in social experience, combined with the immense pressure that made her withdraw into herself!

No wonder she didn't show too much hatred after the fall of Avalon. It wasn't that she had matured and kept her emotions suppressed, refraining from showing them to others...

It turns out she really didn't want to be a princess!