My Milf System-Chapter 246 - 254. His treat

"It’s deeply troubling. Utterly unheard of!" said Pangani, a sharp-tongued second-year instructor, sitting restlessly on a chair with crossed arms. Her brows were furrowed after hearing Madam Sarah’s report about Anna.

"In my 463 years of living," began Mrs. Lawson, the Principal, her tone serene but edged with ancient pride, "I’ve never seen a crystal turn black during assessment. But that doesn’t mean we should panic. The world changes. Magic changes. I’ve lived through empires rising and falling, through eras before mana-scripts and all these modern magic gadgets people use these days."

"Yes, yes, Madam Principal," Pangani interrupted, waving a hand. "We know you were around when dragons used scrolls instead of claws. Just spare us the history lesson. What makes you so sure this isn’t a problem? Having a crystal turning black?"

Lawson sighed, brushing a strand of silver-blonde hair behind her long, pointed ear. "If I had to guess... it could mean the girl’s been touched by a lesser god. After all, they manifest often. New ones are born out of belief and power shifts every now and then. If we truly want answers, we should search for similar incidents across realms. Maybe there are people who’ve gone through the same case. Trace the divine fingerprint, so to speak."

Pauline, a statuesque woman in her late thirties with an ever-impeccable look and the bluntness of a war hammer, scowled. "With all due respect Madam Principal. Your ’divine theory’ reeks of nonsense. Gods grant their favor to those who reflect their virtues. That girl’s a healer. If she had divine favor, she’d be glowing with light magic or aome warm healing like or whatever. Not drenched in some eerie shadow."

Madam Sarah sat silently to one side, listening to the two ladies having a debate about her student. Pauline was beautiful, fierce, and brutal with words. She was the type of person who never sugarcoated a single thought, and most people knew better than to challenge her unless they wanted to be chewed up and spat out.

"So what do you think it is, genius?" Mrs. Lawson asked, casually toying with the tips of her elvish ears.

Pauline flicked her orange hair over her shoulder. "I don’t know. I don’t have the faintest idea."

Sarah raised a brow. "Really? All that fire and no theory to back it?"

"Nope!" Pauline replied bluntly, unapologetically. "I don’t speculate without evidence. It often leads to confusion and failures! But one thing I am sure of for certain is: that girl’s power didn’t come from a god. If anything, it reeks of something darker. Something thats neither a god, nor a human. Maybe it’s the devil himself."

Sarah stood with a groan. "Oh, here we go. Please don’t start with that ancient demon lore. The devil’s been sealed for millennia by the goddess Veyra. Everyone knows that tale. He and his demonic spawn are locked away beyond the realm of touch currently known as the demon realm, and none of them could escape. Even if he did, do you think he broke free just to gift some random girl edgy powers? Thats ridiculous. This isn’t some kid’s fantasy comic."

Pangani stepped forward, hands on hips, eyes locked with Sarah’s like two swords clashing. "And this is why I can’t stand you. You think life’s just about strutting into work with your scandalous skirts and snide comments. There are things in this world you can’t see, Sarah. Spirits that whisper through air, lingering shadows that feed on ignorance. You think the devil’s in a cage? What if he found a way out? Even the best prisons crumble."

Sarah’s eyes narrowed, rage prickling through her like sparks. "If anyone’s possessed, it’s you by some senile ghost from the Dark Ages. And for the record, I dress with style. Unlike you and your twelve-century mourning gowns."

Pangani let out a high, mocking laugh, hand poised delicately over her mouth. "Oh please. This isn’t just a skirt. It’s handmade from faerie silk spun under a blood moon."

"Enough, ladies," Lawson snapped, cutting through their rising tension. "Unless you’re both going to exorcise each other, kindly leave my office."

With a deep sigh, Sarah turned and marched out of the principal’s office, heading back to her classroom. Her eyes flicked over Anna as she entered. The girl was quiet, and withdrawn, her presence oddly heavy.

No way she’s possessed by some devil, Sarah thought, giving her a brief glance. She’s the Swordmaster’s daughter, after all. That superstitious hag was just blowing smoke as usual.

She shook it off, gave a brief lesson, then dismissed the class for lunch.

**

"Ayo! Asher! Treat us to something decent for once, bro!" Brian called out, stomach already growling. "Something different. We’re kinda tired of the same free burgers they serve at the academy canteen!"

"Yeah, c’mon Asherman," Adrian chimed in with a grin. "You won the tournament—don’t hog the prize money!"

Asher gave them a squint. "Didn’t you win your own prize, genius? I’m feeding the broke ones. Not you. Let’s go, everyone!"

The crew laughed and followed behind. Asher casually grabbed Anna’s hand, pulling her gently along. He didn’t say anything, just held her close. Maybe going for a little drink would help ease the weight she seemed to be carrying.

"Lorraine! Come grab a drink with us!" Asher said over his shoulder as they passed.

"No, she’s good!" Cammy answered immediately, stepping forward with arms crossed.

Lorraine smiled softly. "It’s fine. I don’t mind tagging along."

Cammy’s eyes widened like she’d just seen a phoenix hatch. "Tch. Fine! I’m coming too. Not because I want to hang with you degenerates—just to make sure you don’t spike her drink or something."

Asher muttered, "You’re just a C-rank. She doesn’t need your babysitting."

That struck a nerve. Cammy’s forehead visibly throbbed. She clenched her fists, eyes burning as Asher calmly walked off, arm still wrapped around Anna’s waist.

"I hate that guy! He’s the worst." she hissed. "He makes my skin crawl."

Lorraine just smiled. "Come on. Lets move. At least you’ll get to see him up close today."

Cammy’s cheeks turned pink at that as Lorraine followed behind the group, calm and composed as ever.

Their group wasn’t huge. Asher, Adrian, Derrick, Kira, and Brian made up the boys. Anna, Natalie, Lorraine, and Cammy were the girls.

They slipped out the academy gates, just across the street to a posh little pub nestled under vines and glass lanterns. Inside, they slid into black leather couches facing each other across a long table.

The waiter arrived with a formal bow. "What can I bring for you today?"

"Your best dish. And something strong to drink. For eight," Asher said.

"Wait," Adrian blinked, "there’s nine of us—"

"Eight," Asher said without looking at him. "You’re not included, remember?"

"Oh, come on!" Adrian groaned.

Derrick snorted. "Bro spent his prize money on a pervy magic gadget and now he’s as broke as some of us."

Natalie nudged him. "You shouldn’t eat too much either. You didn’t level up, remember?"

That hit like a spell to the gut. Derrick slumped. "Yeah... right..."

Soon, the waiters arrived, pushing silver-covered trays on gleaming trolleys. With dramatic flair, they revealed the dishes.

"Your order. Please enjoy," one said with a courteous nod before leaving.

Derrick leaned forward eagerly. "Let’s see what we’re working with—"

Asher froze when he lifted the lid. "What the hell is this?!"

Natalie beamed, already elbow-deep into her meal. "Hydra head meat! Real stuff! I never thought I’d get to taste this. This is crazy expensive!"

Asher’s eye twitched. "Wait... Hydra? As in... that multi-headed monster?"

Anna finally looked at him—her first eye contact all day. "Yes. Eight heads. Very exotic. You’ve never had it?" freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Asher looked horrified.

"They say it’s best to eat when it’s hot!" she added cheerfully, taking a big bite. "Especially near the ear, its super fatty and citrusy."

Still hesitant, Asher took a bite. His eyes widened. It was... delicious. Fatty, tender, and oddly lemony near the cartilage. A warm, rich flavor bloomed on his tongue.

"Here, try mine!" Anna said, holding a piece up to his mouth.

It was her favorite dish—one her father used to buy for the family. She’d always been left out, eating quietly alone while everyone else laughed and traded bites. But now, sharing it with someone who loved her... it felt like healing. Her frown had lifted for a bit. Though she’d been a little gloomy today, now she was smiling.

Asher watched her face light up. So food really can fix a girl’s mood, huh? he thought, smiling as he chewed on his meat.

Meanwhile, Adrian sat at the edge of the couch, not touching anything, no drinks, no meat until he noticed Cammy was watching him. Their eyes met. She huffed and looked away.

"Hey!" he barked. "Don’t stare like I’m some exotic creature! Tsk..."

But then... he noticed the faintest blush rising on her cheeks.

Wait... is she blushing?

Why the hell is she blushing?

TBC

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