Chapter 39: Magic Class and the Elf Princess

Vellandelle had indeed done her duty as an employee, forming a heart and giving her blessing.

Seeing Vellandelle’s actions, Rosasys felt extremely aggrieved, but could only watch helplessly as Vellandelle served others like that.

So awesome, so awesome…

Vellandelle brushed her hair back, and when she turned, she saw Rosasys staring at her intently.

She flashed a sweet smile and made a heart gesture toward Rosasys as well.

“Be a good girl, little sister.”

“Sister…”

Rosasys covered her mouth, her face flushed.

How could her sister be so seductive?

Noticing Rosasys’s reaction, Vellandelle felt a little smug herself.

Teasing little girls was really fun.

No wonder Seleste liked teasing her before.

Vellandelle continued serving the customers, while Rosasys withdrew her gaze and looked at Kelosha and Mia, who had just finished their playful scuffle.

“This Catgirl, may I ask who you are?”

Rosasys asked curiously.

She had seen Mia interacting with the other staff earlier, and standing around in the store didn’t seem like something an ordinary person would do.

“This meow, this meow is the Shop Manager!”

Mia declared proudly, hands on her hips, her green cat tail swishing back and forth.

Rosasys was startled, not expecting that the little Catgirl was actually the Shop Manager where Vellandelle worked.

But seeing Mia seemed to know Kelosha as well, she also felt relieved for Vellandelle.

“Little girl, you look pretty good, too. The store happens to be short on a pink Cupid. Why not come and work here too?”

Mia said, examining Rosasys carefully.

She was quite satisfied, though she did look as young as Vellandelle—maybe it was just her age.

“No, no, I’m Vellandelle’s sister. I’m just waiting here for her to finish work so we can go to school together. Besides, I already have a job, so I won’t trouble the Shop Manager.”

“Vellandelle’s real sister, meow? That’s just too supa-larshi!”

Looking at Rosasys, Mia seemed to awaken to some familiar feeling, her eyes shining.

Kelosha, sensing something was off, knocked Mia on the head.

“Little bad cat, don’t hit on my friend!”

“Meow, you big stupid dog! Show some respect! How many times have I told you to call me cousin?!”

“Hmph, bad cat, bad cat.”

“Stupid dog, stupid dog!”

Before Rosasys knew it, the two had started squabbling again.

Was this the classic cat-and-dog rivalry…?

“Hey, bad cat, can you lend me some money?”

“Oh? What, you’re out of cash? I remember your expenses aren’t that high. Plus, your family’s loaded. How could you be short on money?”

“Um… I didn’t bring any when I came to school.”

Kelosha muttered, clearly not wanting to admit she’d tossed it aside midway, thinking it was useless.

“I see. Call me cousin and I’ll lend it to you.”

“…Cousin…”

Kelosha hesitated, remembering vaguely that she’d always been at odds with this person.

But when she thought of Vellandelle, she gave in.

Mia was stunned.

She never expected Kelosha would actually say it.

This girl could be really stubborn—she’d never called her cousin even once since they were kids.

So why now?

“Haha, fine, since I’m in a good mood, I’ll lend you some money.”

“……”

As the group chatted, Vellandelle noticed a familiar figure approaching.

“Good morning, Miss Vellandelle.”

“Good morning.”

Vellandelle nodded.

Although she still didn’t particularly like her, she didn’t dislike her as much as before.

This time, Seleste sat calmly in her seat, not bothering Vellandelle or monopolizing her.

Vellandelle guessed it was partly due to a lack of money, and partly because she thought Vellandelle wouldn’t like that sort of thing.

“What would you like to eat?”

“Coffee and a croissant. Thank you, Miss Vellandelle.”

“No need to thank me, it’s part of my job.”

Vellandelle’s alluring figure disappeared from Seleste’s sight.

Seleste took a small photo frame from her bag.

Inside was a scene she’d recorded with a Memory Stone: Vellandelle atop the Ferris Wheel.

“Beautiful.”

Seleste smiled softly.

When Vellandelle walked over with the breakfast, she also smiled and made a heart gesture.

“Vellandelle’s loving breakfast. Please enjoy.”

“Thank you, Miss Vellandelle. I’m so happy to receive your love.”

Seleste replied immediately.

Vellandelle didn’t deny it, her gaze falling on the photo frame.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, this? I secretly took your picture before. Last night, I had it made and wanted to give it to you.”

Seleste’s eyes were full of sincerity.

Vellandelle paused.

This person was quite interesting, making a photo frame to give her.

She accepted the photo.

It really was beautiful—good enough to use as a profile picture in her previous life.

“Hmm… I accept this heartfelt gift.”

Seleste secretly photographed her, then made a picture frame to give her.

That was acceptable.

As long as it wasn’t some indecent photo taken without her knowledge and used for weird things at home, she didn’t mind.

Seleste looked gently at Vellandelle.

No wonder she was called the Sea Queen—after just a day together, she understood how to keep her distance.

Vellandelle gazed deeply at Seleste.

After Vellandelle finished her work, she headed to the academic district with Kelosha and Rosasys.

Classes at the Academy started at nine.

It was just after eight, so they weren’t late.

Once inside the Academy, the three split up to find their classrooms.

Kelosha apparently didn’t have class this morning, so she agreed to wait outside for Vellandelle and Rosasys.

Their first class was Magic Class, a popular course divided into several groups.

Vellandelle and Rosasys ended up in different Magic Class sections—Vellandelle in Classroom B, Rosasys in Classroom C.

Entering the classroom, Vellandelle saw it was nearly full.

She was one of the last to arrive.

Looking around, she didn’t spot any familiar faces—none of the main heroines were there.

After searching, Vellandelle finally found an empty seat and quickly sat down.

She glanced at her desk mate, curious about who would end up sitting with her when no one else wanted to.

What she saw surprised her.

First, a pair of slender, beautiful legs.

A figure no less attractive than Vellandelle herself.

Golden hair cascaded in soft waves, and emerald eyes appraised Vellandelle with a cool, distant air.

“Hello. Looks like we’re seatmates for Magic Class.”

Vellandelle’s mind raced as she recalled the identity of the elegant girl before her.

She was the last main heroine Vellandelle had met—the Ice Princess of the Elves, Veronie Flynice.

Veronie turned her head away without a word, her cool gaze unmoved.