Liyakade’s domineering behavior naturally shocked everyone present.
Those lackeys had completely lost the desire to oppose Liyakade.
The girls nearby had complicated expressions in their eyes.
Eric’s actions just now had all been witnessed by these girls.
And the truth was just as Liyakade had said—Eric was merely a coward who only dared to bully the weak, let his lackeys go first when trouble arose, lacked the courage to admit his own actions, and made excuses instead.
Eric remained kneeling on the ground, locked in a standoff with Liyakade for a long while.
To make him kowtow and apologize to someone whose status and position were so far below his own?
Impossible.
But no matter how Eric struggled, he still couldn’t stand up.
He seemed to feel the gazes of the people he’d brought with him, all staring at him, waiting for his answer.
If Eric didn’t respond, how could they dare leave under Liyakade’s watchful eyes?
“Lord Eric… Please, just apologize already.”
The girl who’d first confronted Liyakade finally couldn’t help but plead with Eric.
After being beaten this badly, why keep resisting?
“Shut up!”
Eric, his head pressed to the ground, roared at the girl.
She was startled by his sudden outburst.
“Wasn’t it you all who said to teach her a lesson? It’s your fault I ended up like this!”
Hearing Eric still shirking responsibility even at this point, the girl’s heart turned cold.
She shook her head and fell silent.
Looking at Eric’s pitiful state—unable even to take responsibility for his own actions—the girl felt nothing but disappointment.
In comparison, Liyakade, standing on Eric, seemed much more dignified.
If Eric had been like Liyakade, directly admitting his actions and following his own heart, she might have thought he had some backbone.
Thinking this way, Liyakade did seem a bit cool.
Despite her petite figure and cute face, she was the most unruly villain in the Academy—helping or bullying others solely according to her own mood.
“Enough nonsense. Aren’t your knees tired yet? My foot is getting sore. But if you want to keep stalling, I have plenty of time. Though, the longer you wait, the more students will gather to watch.”
Liyakade glanced around.
More and more students were arriving.
Originally, some of Eric’s men had been stationed to keep people away, but now, under Liyakade’s glare, they didn’t dare move.
The crowd of onlookers steadily grew.
The thought of more and more people witnessing his disgrace forced Eric to finally give in.
“…I’m sorry…”
At first, Eric squeezed out his apology through gritted teeth, his voice small and resentful.
But Liyakade, dissatisfied with his attitude, didn’t release him—instead, she increased the pressure.
Eric, torn between pride and humiliation, finally broke.
This time, his apology was loud enough for everyone present to hear.
At Liyakade’s insistence, he also swore by his Family’s Oath never to bully anyone in the Academy again.
Only after Eric had finished his oath did Liyakade lift her foot and dispel the Wind Field, allowing Eric to climb to his feet.
Of course, Liyakade had no intention of letting the people Eric brought off the hook either.
She spared them from kneeling and kowtowing, but apologies were still required.
Liyakade made them stand together and bow to the Brown-haired Girl in apology.
They complied without protest.
After all, if even their boss had yielded, what reason did they have not to apologize?
Some among them were actually surprised.
Liyakade hadn’t made things difficult for these accomplices at all.
According to past Rumors about Liakade, she would have beaten them all up—just letting them off with an apology and a promise not to bully classmates again was unheard of.
Thinking about it, Liyakade had indeed behaved herself for the past two months.
This time, her actions were justified, and she’d even helped the bullied side.
Could it be that the Rumors about Liakade weren’t entirely accurate?
Or had Liyakade truly reformed over the last two months?
They couldn’t understand it, but faced with Liyakade’s reasonable demands, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet, these apologies made the Brown-haired Girl uneasy.
She feared Eric might break his oath and retaliate, and she didn’t even understand why Liyakade had suddenly appeared to help her.
After everyone apologized, the matter was considered settled.
Liyakade led the Brown-haired Girl away, and the crowd of students dispersed.
Eric, climbing to his feet, stared at Liyakade’s back, his eyes full of malice.
She had humiliated him in front of so many people.
Eric swore he would find a chance to get his revenge.
Liyakade naturally sensed the venom in his gaze.
But she didn’t care.
If Eric wanted revenge, let him try.
Liyakade wasn’t afraid at all.
In fact, it would give her an even more legitimate reason to teach Eric another lesson.
But… besides Eric’s glare, Liyakade also felt the stares of several other people.
It was the group of girls she had just disciplined.
Liyakade could handle Eric’s malicious look calmly.
But the gazes those girls directed at her were strange and unreadable, leaving her feeling a bit unsettled.
She decided to hurry up and reunite the Brown-haired Girl with the Client.
“I’m so glad you’re okay!”
When Liyakade brought over the Brown-haired Girl, the Client immediately threw herself into her arms, hugging her tightly.
The Brown-haired Girl was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand—it was the Client who had sought Liyakade’s help.
She smiled softly and gently stroked the Client’s head.
“That was pretty cool.”
Field looked at Liyakade returning, eyes full of approval.
“Of course! Who do you think I am?”
Liyakade grinned, basking in Field’s praise.
“But…”
Field started to speak again.
She’d noticed those gazes too.
Eric was insignificant, just a worm.
But those other girls…
“But what?”
Liyakade tilted her head, staring at the hesitant Field with puzzled eyes.
“It’s nothing. Probably just my imagination.”
Field shook her head, deciding not to say anything after all.
Even if her woman’s intuition told her those seductive harlots had strange eyes, it wasn’t worth mentioning.
“Why is Field acting so weird today?”
“Your imagination.”
By now, the Client and the Brown-haired Girl had finished their emotional reunion.
Both looked seriously at Liyakade and bowed deeply.
“Thank you, Lord Liyakade.”
The Client straightened and continued,
“Thank you for saving my friend. As I promised before, whatever you ask—if it’s within my means—I will fulfill it for you.”
“Ah, it was nothing. Don’t be so serious. Five Hundred Gold Coins will do.”
Liyakade scratched her head.
Such a solemn thanks made her uncomfortable.
She waved her hand and casually quoted the same price as before for delivering a letter.
“Eh? That little?”
The Client thought she’d misheard.
“Yeah, I said it was nothing.”
Liyakade repeated, then, as if recalling something, her eyes sparkled and she snapped her fingers.
“That’s all I want. But if you have time, please help spread the word about my Yorozuya. I’m counting on you!”
The Client and the Brown-haired Girl exchanged glances, then burst out laughing.
“Pfft… See? Those rumors really aren’t accurate. Lord Liyakade is clearly a very kind person.”
Liyakade now”im rich yeyyyy”