“Little cutie, if you judge someone based only on their appearance, you’ll suffer a big loss, you know.”
But perhaps seeing Lin Sheng’s strange expression, Xinas still figured out what he was thinking.
“Uh, n-no, I just thought the Disciplinary Committee should be more, um, more rigid—or maybe more serious?”
Although in some of the anime Lin Sheng had seen, the Disciplinary Committee member was often the worst at breaking the rules, at least their clothes were normal.
Someone like Xinas, who challenged the bottom line of the dress code from the very start, was rare—or rather, Lin Sheng had almost never seen anyone like that.
“Discipline isn’t about appearance. My clothes don’t affect my judgment of discipline. Besides, Saint Laia Academy respects the dressing customs of all races. As long as it doesn’t affect others, every student is free to wear what they like.”
How should he put it?
Though Xinas spoke with such conviction, honestly, could such an outfit really not affect other students?
Or was it just his own lingering boyish modesty making him feel it was too revealing?
Lin Sheng couldn’t decide which it was, so at this moment he felt it was best to remain silent.
“Right, little cutie; here’s another gift for you.”
As Xinas spoke, she took out a small bottle from the valley of her chest.
“This is a special Aromadream Incense made by the Nightshade Family. If you use it before sleep, little cutie, you’ll dream sweet dreams of whatever you wish for.”
Holding the small bottle in his hand, feeling the lingering warmth that hadn’t yet faded, Lin Sheng’s face turned slightly red.
He glanced at Serveyia, as if seeking her opinion.
“Little fox, just accept it. After all, it’s Xinas’s goodwill.”
To be honest, though Serveyia said he could accept it, the idea of ‘sweet dreams’ spoken by a succubus made Lin Sheng uneasy.
He had a feeling those dreams weren’t exactly ‘wholesome.’
“Little cutie, there’s no need to consult that stiff Serveyia about everything. If you ever feel oppressed or someone is harassing you, you’re always welcome to come to me, big sis.”
“Xinas, don’t corrupt the Princess!”
“Little cutie, see, Serveyia is getting flustered.”
As Xinas said this, she laughed so hard her body shook, then returned to her seat.
Lin Sheng, still unsure, looked at Serveyia.
He could sense the banter between the two was friendly, but caught between them, he wasn’t sure if he should chime in.
“Sigh, that’s just how Xinas is. Little fox, when you interact with her, be careful not to let her lead you by the nose. At least, fundamentally, Xinas is a Disciplinary Committee member and wouldn’t do anything too outrageous.”
Lin Sheng understood.
Anyone who could be friends with Serveyia either had a unique personality or was unusually tolerant.
Xinas was clearly the former.
“Moonlight Highness, may the Forest Goddess bless you. I am Alicia Windwhisper, a High Elf from the Northern Forest and the current Student Council President of Saint Laia. It’s an honor to meet you, Your Highness. If you have any requests, please come to the Student Council. Every member would be delighted to serve you.”
While Lin Sheng was still reeling from the shock of the succubus Disciplinary Committee Chairman, another woman approached.
Lin Sheng looked up and saw that the woman in front of him had a delicate face, wore the standard Saint Laia uniform, and her golden curly hair cascaded down her back.
A pair of pointed elven ears peeked out from her golden locks, making her look especially adorable.
“Your Highness, are you listening to me, Princess?”
“Ah, sorry. I was just given my name, so I’m not very used to it yet…”
After Alicia changed her address, Lin Sheng finally realized that the Moonlight Highness she spoke of was himself.
After all, he’d only just finished the Naming Ceremony that morning.
It was normal to be unfamiliar with the new name.
Alicia’s voice was beautiful—like a clear spring, the kind you might hear in a voiceover.
Combined with her refined features, she was the kind of person who inspired instant trust.
“Hehe, it seems Princess still needs to get used to this new name. Although using your usual name in private is fine, even if you space out when called by the new one, it’s not a problem. But in formal situations, your new name will be used more often.”
“I think I should try to get used to it…”
“It’s all right. If it’s just a matter of habit, I can help Princess practice as many times as you like—one hundred times, two hundred times, calling your name is no trouble at all.”
“Thank you, President Alicia…”
“No need to be so formal. Just call me Aili.”
What Lin Sheng hadn’t expected was that the Student Council President named Alicia was even more gentle than he’d imagined, like a kind older sister next door.
But somehow, her gentle gaze also contained a trace of intensity.
Was that…normal?
“Aili, the little fox is a bit shy, don’t be so forward.”
Seeing Lin Sheng’s apparent embarrassment, Serveyia deliberately put some distance between him and Alicia.
But even so, the burning look in Aili’s eyes didn’t fade.
If anything, it became more intense.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Taking it slow is best. The freshness of a maiden’s shyness is something to be savored, after all.”
Wait a minute.
Did I just hear something strange?
What’s with ‘the freshness of a maiden’s shyness’?
Is that something an elegant Student Council President should say?
I’m such a fool.
Really, I should’ve known that anyone who gets along well with Serveyia couldn’t possibly be a harmless little rabbit.
Kindness might just be Aili’s mask.
What kind of person she truly is, even I don’t know.
“Aili, I know you’re excited, but don’t get carried away. If you scare the little fox, Principal Kaili might skin you alive.”
“Uh, haha, Princess, um, just pretend I didn’t say anything—yes, nothing at all.”
At Serveyia’s words, the previously intense Aili immediately deflated.
Though Lin Sheng didn’t understand their relationship, it seemed Principal Kaili was Aili’s natural enemy.