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Chapter 21: The Gray Maid’s Conclusion

What’s it like to pour sulfuric acid into someone’s eyes?

Looking at Kalman’s mutilated face, hearing his desperate screams, Kreya felt an unreal sense of sympathy.

Especially since he was barely human anymore—was this torture really necessary?

But just when she was about to stop pouring the holy water, Leanna chimed in, “Holy water is quite expensive, so make sure to pour it carefully.”

Kreya frowned. “President? Isn’t this enough already?”

With Kreya pausing her actions, Kalman, drenched in blood and tears, finally saw an opportunity to interject, gasping for air.

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!”

“I came to the Academy City for—”

“It’s for the blood of the False King. Here’s a rare chance, and you waste it with such nonsense. Truly fitting for Mr. Kalman, who worships the dark god; this little pain is nothing to you.”

Leanna raised her eyebrows in mock surprise, even clapping her hands for effect.

“Whoa?” Kreya stood frozen in place.

Kalman’s face turned serious in an instant.

“Woman, what do you know?!”

Leanna stood up, strutting over in her high heels.

“There are many cultists recently vying for the False King’s blood. If you truly wanted to get your hands on it, why show up in the Academy City, attracting the authorities’ attention?”

“There are only two possibilities.”

“Mr. Kalman’s bizarre beliefs have fried his brain, turning him into an idiot. Or perhaps, this attack is a deliberate distraction to mislead the authorities.”

With that, Leanna took the holy water from Kreya’s hand, looking down at Kalman with a smirk.

A glimpse of anticipation flickered in her dark purple hollow eyes.

“I’ll just ask directly.”

“Where is the hydra’s poison sac?”

Kalman froze.

He hadn’t thought that this little girl knew the true purpose of the Undead Academy!

“You—if you kill me, you’ll never know…!”

Before he could finish, Leanna’s stiletto heel slammed down onto Kalman’s face.

After a few stomps, the arrogant Kalman was silenced, blood pooling in his mouth.

Leanna didn’t seem to care, kicking him in the mouth, prying it open with her heel, and pouring the holy water slowly onto her leg while Kalman looked on in horror.

The pure, crystalline liquid flowed down her curves and elegant heels, finally soaking into Kalman’s body.

The necromancer’s eyes rolled back as he trembled violently, unable to scream, only capable of twitching and groaning.

Watching all of this, the brown-haired girl bit her finger, revealing a dark yet pleased smile.

“Mr. Kalman, don’t get me wrong, death is a reward. Just think about your faith; you shouldn’t give up so easily, okay? We still have a long, long time to play before I’m satisfied~”

In the corner, Kreya couldn’t help but cover her face and sigh.

Due to Leanna’s usual dignified demeanor, she always forgot the other side of her.

She always forgot that their president was seriously twisted.

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At dinner, Roy recounted today’s events to Charlotte and Nia.

“Went shopping, huh? Sounds great.”

“Ran into a cult? How thrilling!”

Charlotte, twirling a strand of hair, and Nia, who was wide-eyed, both expressed their thoughts from different perspectives.

But Roy was a bit worried about the elven girl’s mental health.

Since the Blue Trial, Nia had become less pessimistic and had instead developed a fighting spirit and confidence against cultists.

The problem was, her zeal seemed a bit excessive; she was training her skills hard while eagerly thinking of taking down a few cultists to practice…

Roy couldn’t quite tell if this was a good thing or bad.

Nia glanced at Alice teasingly. “Even though there was a small mishap, I guess this date ended well, right?”

“Yeah.” Alice nodded slightly but suddenly hesitated. “But, Alice still has one question.”

She set down her fork, looking at Roy with concern. “What happened at the end of ‘The Gray Maid’?”

As soon as she said that, the table fell into a brief silence.

Charlotte furrowed her brows first.

“You don’t know? The ending of ‘The Gray Maid’ isn’t…!”

Before she could finish, Nia pinched her waist, stopping her from speaking.

The princess nearly flipped the table in anger. “What are you doing?”

With a serious expression, Nia whispered, “Are you sure you want to tell her the ending?”

Hearing that, Charlotte noticed Alice’s clear eyes and quickly clamped her mouth shut.

The first half of ‘The Gray Maid’ was a lot like Cinderella from Roy’s past life, but in reality, it was an outright tragedy, leaving every lovestruck girl in Veszyra who encountered it scarred. The indecisive master, constrained by his fiancée, ultimately didn’t choose the gray maid, who then faded away in sorrow at a young age.

Watching Alice’s eager expression, Charlotte and Nia seemed to see their past selves, falling silent as none dared bring up the knife that would cut her heart.

“I don’t know if the gray maid, Grey, ended up with her master?”

The little maid muttered to herself, causing a wave of sweat from Charlotte and Nia.

They didn’t even die together—how could they ever say that out loud?

Facing Alice’s inquiry, Roy was also at a loss.

Just like many boys in his previous life hadn’t read ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’, Roy hadn’t seen ‘The Gray Maid’ either, but with his rich experience in watching dramas, he could guess the gist of the ending halfway through.

After all, the gray maid had already set up over ten flags—how could that not be tragic?

But looking at Alice’s hopeful eyes, Roy ultimately sighed as if giving up.

He raised a cheerful smile towards the girl and gave her a reassuring answer: “Of course, they ended up together.”

Alice froze, her eyes widening in surprise. “Really?”

“Absolutely. The male and female leads live happily ever after, that’s the standard for love stories.”

“Is that so?”

Alice imagined the scene of the gray maid and her master embracing, finally feeling relieved, warm emotions blooming in her heart.

Just wondering if she and her master could also be like the gray maid. She discreetly glanced at the boy across from her, unknowingly pondering.

The gray maid in the drama always hid in the corner, peeking at her master, longing to be looked at, touched, desperately craving her master’s lips.

Before she knew it, Alice was also infected by that bittersweet emotion, awakening the same desire.

The gray maid yearned for so much but never dared to ask her master for a kiss.

Actually, Alice still didn’t quite understand the gray maid’s dilemma.

As a maid, shouldn’t she not hold such thoughts about her master?

What if she asked for it…?

Just then, Nia suddenly flopped onto the table, dramatically sighing.

“What a pity. It’s all that old man’s fault for ruining Alice’s new dress. I really wanted to see Alice in casual clothes!”

Thinking of that ragged outfit made Alice sigh slightly as well.

But at that moment, Roy started laughing.

“Well, regarding that—”

“Is there a possibility that I bought more than one outfit?”

 

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