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Behind the closed door, Leah confirmed that Will had left. She opened her palm, revealing the coin engraved with the image of a witch wearing a large hat.

The coin she had just swiped from Will.

Taking back what’s hers isn’t stealing, right?

“Phew… Got it back. What a scare—he almost had me thinking he was some kind of genius.”

Truthfully, when Will had pinned her against the desk earlier, she’d panicked, thinking he might be someone who had seen through everything.

But no, it turned out he was just bluffing, trying to use the coin as leverage for some kind of deal.

And then he had the audacity to flaunt the coin right in front of her!

When she approached him, offering to be his “private tutor,” she had already used a small-scale instant teleportation spell to snatch the coin from his jacket pocket. The very same coin he had just been showing off.

The spell didn’t consume her precious chalk, but it was limited in size and range. Perfect for situations like this.

Hmph, weakling. He thought he could outsmart her? Not a chance!

Still…

Was it just her imagination, or did the coin feel unusually warm? Maybe it had been too long since she last held it?

As Leah toyed with the coin in her hand, her heart continued to race, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel happy.

Will was proving to be a troublesome student. He seemed determined to dig into this matter, likely fueled by youthful recklessness and a thirst for revenge.

Leah sighed deeply.

She drew a magic circle in the air, unlocking the bottom drawer of her desk. Inside was a letter.

The seal on the letter had been broken, its wax split in two. But the faint image of a deep blue rose, with a petal missing at the four o’clock position, was still visible.

This was a royal seal, used exclusively for secret communications within the royal family. The material of the seal could even identify which royal branch it came from, though Leah didn’t care to investigate.

About a month ago, Leah had been struggling to complete her magic for the upcoming competition. She had spent a fortune on dungeon-sourced catalysts, which were both expensive and consumed in large quantities. Poor at managing her finances, Leah had quickly burned through her funds.

With the school’s budget yet to arrive, she had been desperate for money—to continue her experiments and to avoid starving. That’s when she had opened this letter.

The letter was convoluted, with instructions that were unnecessarily roundabout. The request itself was bizarre: she was to attack Will, ensure he survived, and make sure he couldn’t attend the entrance exam.

“Looking back, the timing of this letter was suspicious. It’s as if someone had been watching me, waiting for the perfect moment to send it…”

Leah even suspected that the use of the royal seal was a warning, a way to pressure her into compliance without asking too many questions.

After completing the commission and receiving a final letter confirming the job was done, Leah had heard nothing more.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

Telling Will about this didn’t seem like a big deal.

But…

Will had repeatedly emphasized his family’s influence and his determination to get to the bottom of this.

That worried Leah.

Despite their limited interaction, she had a gut feeling that Will was the type to follow through on his words, no matter what.

If he found out, he’d only dig deeper and deeper.

Even for a family as powerful as the Hysterm clan, Will was just a young, inexperienced, and relatively untalented youngest son. If he tried to wade into the murky waters of royal intrigue—especially against someone capable of monitoring a witch like her—he’d only end up destroyed.

“You’ve caught the attention of someone in the royal family… I don’t know why, but you’d better not get involved any further, Will Hysterm.”

—Why was she instinctively trying to protect a student she’d only met today?

—This must be… the unnecessary complications that come with a witch forming connections with ordinary humans.

But…

More importantly…

Why was her heart still racing after getting the coin back? Why were her magical circuits becoming more active?

Will had already left. There was no way it was because of him.

Surely she wasn’t falling in love with the coin, right?

—

That evening, in the Hysterm family’s private residence in the capital, inside Will’s bedroom.

A small desk lamp cast a warm, intimate glow over the room, illuminating the two figures inside.

Eir knelt in front of Will, her wolf ears casting shifting shadows on the wall as they twitched in the light.

Will sat in a chair, his body trembling slightly.

“E-Eir… be gentle.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Tch, that spot… it hurts a little…”

“Understood. I’ll be careful.”

“Hiss… a bit more to the right.”

“Got it, Young Master.”

It was the nightly ritual of changing Will’s bandages. Eir was only now unwrapping the ones on his hand.

Even Will himself felt the scene was somewhat… inappropriate.

He was grateful the residence was secluded. Otherwise, if anyone overheard, rumors would surely spread: “Even after moving to the capital for school, the Hysterm young master spends every night in a passionate struggle with his maid.”

Honestly, what had his brothers—and his father—done to give the family such a scandalous reputation?

“Young Master, it seems to be healing a bit.”

The wound beneath the bandages had made some progress, but it was still far from fully healed.

“It looks like it’ll be a while before you can ditch the bandages entirely, Young Master. What about the makeup exam for the practical test?”

Eir’s voice was tinged with concern.

Especially after seeing him leave school alone today, with no new friends by his side.

After noticing how his textbooks were scribbled all over with pencil marks.

After catching the disdainful glances from other students on the street.

Eir had never attended school, but she’d heard about bullying. Her young master was definitely being targeted!

And the reason? It wasn’t hard to guess—it had to do with him missing the practical exam.

These images, combined with the scars on his hand, made his pained expression under the candlelight even more pitiful.

Young Master… Young Master looks so cute like this.

She wanted to keep looking at him like this for a little longer.

Eir licked her lips.

“It’s fine. As long as I can hold a staff and channel magic through my circuits, I can take the exam. It doesn’t have to be fully healed. Probably won’t take too long. Plus, since I’m the one scheduling the makeup exam, I can control the timing.”

“Young Master, don’t push yourself, okay?”

“Huh? Do I, Will, seem like the type to overexert myself?”

Eir didn’t believe that for a second.

He had clearly pushed himself when he insisted on testing Extreme Flame Meteor.

He was clearly pushing himself every time he said “it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt” during bandage changes, only to grit his teeth in pain.

He was clearly pushing himself when he stayed up late researching, claiming he could handle it, only to yawn through the next day.

Looking at the wound on his hand…

For some reason, a childhood “fact” popped into Eir’s mind: “Beastkin saliva actually helps wounds heal faster.”

And…

She felt a mischievous urge to get back at her overly stubborn young master.

“Wait, Eir—”

Will, sitting in the chair and waiting for Eir to apply medicine, suddenly felt something soft and warm on the back of his hand.

Eir’s tongue.