Chapter 165
Chapter 18: The Ruby
In the original story, the ‘bad boy Roy’ made a fool of himself during the entrance exam due to his lowly bloodline power, and became a stepping stone for Alice.
When Roy learned from his notes that the magic crystal did not respond to the False King bloodline, he was worried about how embarrassing it would be if he ended up like in the original story.
However, Roy was now at Sequence 8, which completely cut off that possibility.
Of course, even reaching Sequence 8 didn’t mean that the prejudice and malice towards him would vanish.
As the son of a marquis from the Lionheart Kingdom, his status was just below that of the royal family, and with the identity of a sworn knight, it was inevitable that it would spread; being low-key was impossible.
He had only washed away his bad reputation within the kingdom, but foreigners still viewed him as a ‘useless young master.’
But unlike when he was in the kingdom, where he needed to improve Charlotte’s image, these guys couldn’t impact the other original heroines, and now Roy couldn’t care less.
More than himself, Roy was concerned about Alice’s performance.
In the original story, Alice hadn’t yet awakened her extraordinary bloodline during the exam, leading to ‘bad boy Roy’ publicly mocking her, which made her feel extremely inferior and almost suffocated; it was one of the most blood-pressure-inducing moments in “Angel’s Waltz.”
But the little maid before him was raising her tiny fist, full of determination.
“Master, please watch Alice.”
“Yeah, just do your best, no need to be nervous,” Roy said, trying to comfort the little maid, fearing she might be a bit tense.
But in Alice’s ears, it sounded like encouragement from her master.
Do my best = Give it my all.
As a maid, she had to always show her best side!
Alice stepped out from the crowd, heading towards the magic crystal.
The moment the girl took the stage, she drew countless gazes.
Her dazzling flowing blonde hair, clear and pure blue eyes, petite and gentle frame, smooth and fair skin, and that exquisitely flawless face—it was as if she was the most perfect creation of a goddess. All of this made her an elegant and vague golden figure, like an iris swaying in the morning light, dreamlike like a fairy.
Unfortunately, that delicate face bore no hint of an expression, appearing somewhat cold and indifferent, as if the boring mundane world couldn’t disturb her in the slightest.
But because of this, the girl exuded a sense of purity that transcended the worldly, making people unconsciously admire her.
If that were all, she would merely be a chilly otherworldly girl.
But the moment Alice placed her fair hand on the magic crystal, a torrent of Holy Light erupted forth.
The Holy Light flowed like a mist and danced like flames, as if it had a consciousness bowing before Alice, then transforming into a pair of ethereal, hazy wings.
The first-year students couldn’t help but exclaim in wonder at this fantastic and beautiful scene, even the senior students were dumbfounded, unable to believe it.
The teachers sitting on the podium began to murmur among themselves, even the over-a-century-old old man, the powerful wizard known as the Magic Emperor, Director Booker, rarely showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Holy Light and its related derivative bloodlines were extremely rare in the Western Continent, with most absorbed by the church.
To find such a pure bloodline that reached Sequence 8 at such a young age was virtually unheard of.
Of course, most students didn’t comprehend what Sequence 8 of Holy Light meant, and were more focused on Alice’s outstanding talent and appearance.
Especially when those sacred wings slowly faded into scattered feathers, the golden-haired girl, bathed in the light of falling feathers, looked like a true angel descended from the heavens—absolutely beautiful.
Countless lovestruck boys found their first crush right then and there.
Even Nia, in the corner, was captivated by the scene, whispering dreamily, “What a cute child…”
After the entrance exam, the girl took a breath and turned around, returning to the crowd.
Alice lifted her head and gazed towards a corner of the crowd.
That originally cold face suddenly melted away, radiating a gentle warmth that stirred the hearts of countless boys.
“She’s looking at me!”
“Get out of here, she’s obviously looking at me!”
“Can you all move? You’re blocking her view of me!”
Many were already trying to find out each other’s identities, and upon learning that Alice didn’t seem to be of noble blood, the commotion among the freshmen only intensified.
Nobles typically had engagements by adulthood, and with the difference in status, most were already taken and hard to pursue.
But that golden-haired girl wasn’t a noble, didn’t that mean everyone had a chance?!
Unfortunately, just as their sweet fantasies began to bloom, they found Alice passing by one after another, ruthlessly shattering their illusions.
The golden figure disappeared back into the crowd, leaving the group of freshmen wanting more.
As soon as Alice returned to Roy’s side, she eagerly sought his approval: “Master, how did Alice do?”
To Alice, Roy’s recognition was far more important than anyone else’s opinions.
“Very good,” Roy nodded in satisfaction.
To be honest, in the original story, Alice didn’t even qualify as an Extraordinary Being when she entered school; while the Holy Light was stunning, it was nowhere near this exaggerated back then.
Seeing Alice earn the admiration and love from the crowd, without experiencing the grievances she faced in the original story, Roy felt a sense of relief and realized that his efforts to nurture her were not in vain. He was even happier than when he himself was respected.
And the praised blonde girl also brightened up, unconsciously getting a bit closer to Roy, like a little cotton jacket. She quietly soaked in Roy’s aura, her tiny feet in little shoes gently swaying under the seat.
Alice was so petite that when she sat down, she vanished from sight.
The previous scene of the Holy Light swirling and the feathers falling felt like a surreal dream.
The freshmen couldn’t find the golden-haired beauty anywhere, and their moods plummeted to rock bottom.
But soon, as the exam ended, a radiant and glamorous figure reignited their passion.
On the podium, fiery red hair danced in the wind, and delicate black silk legs were alluringly captivating. The girl looked down with an air of pride and authority, like a lioness surveying her territory. She held a beauty as vibrant as a ruby among the mountains, commanding effortless submission from all.
Just standing on the podium, without saying a word, she emanated a powerful presence like a brilliant firework in the darkness.
That was none other than the princess of the Lionheart Kingdom, the representative of this year’s freshmen, Charlotte Reinhardt.
The boy who had just lost his romantic interest immediately found his next crush.
“The Lionheart Princess is just as cute as the rumors said!”
“Attending the same year as the princess—this school trip has been totally worth it!”
“Hey, you foreigners, stop trying to cozy up to our princess!”
“No, I’m declaring treason from this moment! I want to be the princess’s dog!”
The fame of the Ruby of the Lionheart Kingdom has long been established, especially among the nobles, her popularity was even more exaggerated than Alice’s.
