Chapter 50: A Feast for the Eyes

In the morning, the gentle breeze is warm, and the sun is just rising.

Outside the window, the birds are singing beautiful melodies. Michelle wakes up from her bed and begins a new day.

She prays as usual and then has breakfast.

The dormitory for church members is separate from the other students’ dormitories, and there is also a church here for daily prayers.

There is still a long time before class starts, so Michelle heads out early in the morning.

“Sister Nadia, I’m here to help.”

Michelle arrives outside a room, knocks on the door, and after entering, she skillfully starts adjusting the reagent bottles on the table.

“In the academy, you should call me teacher.”

The speaker is a bespectacled teacher dressed in a nun’s habit, a member of the church and also a teacher at the Nidlan Academy.

“What’s the big deal? There’s no one else here anyway.”

With a hint of a spoiled tone, Michelle relaxes in front of someone familiar, showing a side of herself that is usually not seen.

“Suit yourself.”

Nadia adjusts her glasses, the corners of her mouth slightly lifting, clearly a bit pleased.

“Let me see, this one goes with that one.”

Michelle doesn’t disturb her anymore and focuses on adjusting the reagent bottles according to the instructions.

“Your healing magic is so powerful, is it really necessary to learn potions?”

Seeing Michelle’s serious demeanor, Nadia asks.

“My healing magic isn’t omnipotent; sometimes I need to use healing potions. It’s better to be prepared.”

Most healing magic relies on the patient’s own recovery ability. If the consumption is too great, relying on the body to recover can severely damage the foundation and leave aftereffects.

Those powerful healing spells can heal perfectly, but only a few people can use them.

Nadia understands Michelle; once she decides to do something, she will research it thoroughly.

“You’ve been in the academy for a while now; have you met any boys you like?”

Nadia suddenly starts asking about Michelle’s gossip.

“Eh? Why are you asking this?”

Caught off guard, Michelle’s face turns slightly red.

“You are a candidate saintess, so you shouldn’t be dating, but in the academy, it’s an exception. This is your only relatively free time, and the church will turn a blind eye as long as it’s not too excessive.”

Nadia observes Michelle, not seeing anything unusual on her face.

“Sister Nadia, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

After a brief moment of panic, Michelle calms down and responds with a smile, her expression seeming to say she doesn’t want to discuss this matter.

“Alright then, if you meet a boy you like, bring him to me, and I’ll vet him for you.”

After saying that, Nadia focuses on her work again.

“It’s almost time; I have to go to class. See you tonight.”

After a while, Michelle waves her hand and walks out of the room, closing the door.

“Really, suddenly saying such things, even so, I have no intention of dating.”

After sorting out her feelings, Michelle heads towards the classroom.

Her class is Class A of the North Campus, where there are quite a few church members, making it a stronghold of the church.

“Good morning! Lady Michelle!”

“Good morning!”

As she approaches the classroom, passersby greet her, and Michelle responds with a smile to each one.

She sits down at her desk, and a pile of envelopes pops out from inside.

They are love letters.

“Just as expected of Lady Michelle, receiving so many love letters.”

“Should we help you return them to those boys?”

“Why not just throw them away? Returning them is too much trouble.”

“Those boys are so annoying, they’re just like flies.”

Hearing this, the boys in the class feel deeply hurt.

Michelle’s beauty had caused a brief stir when she enrolled, receiving dozens of love letters every day.

However, she never read them and directly returned the love letters to the senders.

Everyone in the class is aware of her practice and helps return her love letters.

Having experienced this many times, they are used to it, and today is no different.

“Then I’ll leave it to everyone.”

Originally, Michelle planned to return them herself, but after realizing there were too many, it would waste time, so she accepted the goodwill of others.

“But what about this one?”

Michelle furrows her beautiful brows, hesitating, and murmurs softly.

This is a white envelope with no signature.

It’s the first time Michelle has encountered such a situation; even if she wanted to return it, she couldn’t find the person.

She decides to open it and take a look; the letter reads:

“I have something very important to tell you. Please come to the woods behind the teaching building after school. I will be waiting there, and we won’t part until we meet.”

A familiar feeling washes over her, and Michelle recalls that she seems to have written a similar letter before.

Is it a love letter?

She is not sure.

But if it’s not a love letter, why would it be conveyed in this way?

Michelle rarely feels conflicted, mainly wondering whether to go and take a look.

After thinking for a moment, she decides to go; she can just refuse directly after meeting.

Quickly making up her mind, she immerses herself in the class.

She doesn’t tell anyone about the letter; if others find out she is going to meet someone, the class will definitely go crazy, after all, this is the first time.

In the afternoon, the class bell rings, signaling free time. Laughter fills the classroom as students gather in groups, some partying, others wandering around, celebrating youth.

Watching the lively atmosphere around her, Michelle feels a bit infected.

Her heart is firm; she came to the academy to improve herself and will not be influenced by external matters. As for dating, she has never considered it, no matter who the other person is.

She is still thinking about how to refuse the other person without hurting their feelings.

Lost in thought, she arrives at the address mentioned in the letter.

She sees a black-haired boy quietly standing under a tree.

As Michelle approaches, she is suddenly surprised, “Leo, it’s you.”

Leo turns around and sees Michelle in her school uniform.

The white outer garment outlines her slender waist, and under the white pleated skirt are a pair of fair and rounded legs.

Her lively big eyes are now filled with surprise as her cheeks reveal a hint of redness.

Leo shows a serious expression, covering his chest with his right hand, “I’m sorry, I can’t control my feelings. Although I know this is not allowed, I want to tell you my true feelings. Actually, I… have feelings for you…”

Leo speaks slowly, his sincerity evident. Michelle bites her lip, her heart racing, a wave of emotions surging within her. Her expression clearly wavers, and her eyes shimmer with unshed tears.

So cute!

“Wait!”

Realizing that what Leo is about to say is not simple, Michelle hurriedly interrupts him.

“Sorry! I refuse! There is no possibility between us. I am a candidate saintess and cannot date. Absolutely not!”

Michelle becomes flustered, her face turning even redder, almost dripping with water, but she still firmly refuses.

Leo looks dumbfounded, “Saintess, what are you talking about?”

“Eh?!”

Michelle is a bit dazed; could it be that she misunderstood?

“I just wanted to say that I was impressed by your swordsmanship and wanted to practice swordsmanship with you.”

Leo had seen Michelle’s swordsmanship last time and thought it would be a waste to ignore it, so he came to clarify.

Michelle feels utterly embarrassed, her face turning as red as an apple, the blood rushing to her neck and ears, and with a puff, her head feels like it’s about to explode, becoming dizzy.

“Sorry, I misunderstood.”

She covers her face with her hands and hurriedly runs away.

Watching her flustered expression, Leo’s lips curl up slightly.

His goal has been achieved; thinking back, he had also experienced such an embarrassing situation before. This is his little revenge; Michelle’s reaction is truly delightful, a feast for the eyes, heh heh.

But…

Was the rejection too quick and decisive?

In the next moment, Leo’s expression instantly droops, and he becomes dejected.

This wave, well, it’s like killing eight hundred enemies while losing a thousand of his own.

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