Chapter 249: Visitors from the Palace
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 249: Visitors from the Palace
Inside the room, Celicia watched the large hole Muen had made when he was sent flying. She took a deep breath, gradually steadying her respiration.
Under her powerful emotional control, the rosy flush on her lovely face slowly receded, and her expression quickly returned to its usual cold composure.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
...
"President~"
Wei'er poked her head in, cautiously stepping through the doorway. What she saw was Celicia in a light-colored dress, her posture elegant and noble. Every strand of her hair perfectly suited the title of Princess.
As expected of the President...
Looking at the breathtakingly ethereal girl, Wei'er couldn't help but stare in a daze, sighing inwardly.
To think she actually had the thought last night that the President was being taken advantage of by Muen Campbell—how utterly foolish!
Look at the President’s posture, untainted by a single speck of filth, like a treasure carved by the hands of a god. Even if he was her fiancé, how could she possibly be defiled by a scumbag like Muen Campbell?
There wasn't even a sliver of a possibility.
The President was the President—forever holy and aloof, like a snow lotus standing solitary and proud atop a high mountain, disdainful of the world's filth.
That was exactly why Wei'er admired her so much.
At that moment, Wei'er subconsciously scanned the wreckage of the room.
She couldn't help but click her tongue in wonder.
Look at these tables, chairs, and stools smashed into splinters. Look at the documents scattered everywhere. And look at that large bed, which looked as if it had been ravaged by two elephants in heat, completely collapsed under the unbearable weight.
Muen Campbell, were you used as a punching bag by the President last night? Did she put you through a hundred rounds of "training" at her whim?
Thinking of this, Wei'er couldn't help but feel a surge of endless pity.
Muen Campbell, considering how miserable you are, I'll definitely speak ill of you less in the future!
Just as she was thinking this, Wei'er suddenly felt a cold gaze. Her round, "bun-like" face instantly froze, and she put on a pitiful expression.
"President~"
Celicia looked coldly at Wei'er. "Student Wei'er, you certainly ran off quickly last night."
"I... I was just worried about you, President."
Wei'er blinked and explained, "If you lost control and accidentally caused some serious consequences, you'd definitely feel guilty once you snapped out of it. So, as your secretary, I naturally had to take the initiative to avoid those possibilities."
"Then what did you mean by locking Muen Campbell in here with me?"
At this point, the usually cold Celicia couldn't help but grit her teeth. "Was that also to 'avoid losses'?"
"Mhm, mhm!"
Wei'er nodded her little head vigorously, taking it as a matter of course.
"As long as Muen Campbell drew your attention, President, there wouldn't be any extra damage. The results were pretty good, weren't they? You didn't even tear the house down this time.
"And..."
Wei'er curled her lip, speaking with a look of disdain, "With Muen Campbell's strength, it's not like he could do anything to you anyway, right? It was perfect!"
"..."
Looking at the ignorant Wei'er, Celicia nearly snapped.
Yes, it was true he couldn't do anything to her.
Instead, it was just a matter of him being pinned under her and ravaged for three hours.
That was indeed "no big deal"! (Grits teeth)
"Forget it."
Celicia took a deep breath, once again suppressing the emotions that threatened to spiral out of control whenever she thought of that guy.
She didn't plan on punishing Wei'er further, as doing so would make it seem like she had a guilty conscience.
"Where is that guy? Is he dead yet?"
"Muen Campbell? No, but he seems to have passed out. Should we give him some healing?" Wei'er suggested kindly.
To her surprise, Celicia reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her tone turning cold again.
"Why should I give him healing? Let him rot for all I care!"
"Oh... okay then."
Wei'er was startled.
However, the pity in her heart grew even stronger.
Poor Muen Campbell. You're in such a sorry state, and the President won't even let you be healed. You really are hated by her, aren't you?
"Help me tidy up these documents," Celicia ordered with a long exhale.
The tables, chairs, stools, and bed broken during her "fierce battle" with that guy were no big deal.
The problem was that the documents she had finally finished processing yesterday had been scattered everywhere because of their movements.
Since it was mostly "hand-to-hand combat," the documents likely weren't damaged, but reorganizing so many of them would be a tedious task.
"Understood."
Wei'er naturally had no objections. Having escaped her expected punishment, she hummed a little tune and happily began the day's work.
"Huh?"
While tidying, Wei'er suddenly let out a confused sound.
She held a document in her hand, observing it closely, a large question mark appearing over her head.
"This document... why are there wet stains on it? Coffee? No, it doesn't look like coffee. And..."
Wei'er leaned down and sniffed the document.
"I feel like this smell is a bit strange, kind of musky—"
"Wei'er!"
A sharp, embarrassed shout interrupted Wei'er's thoughts. Celicia snatched the document from her hand, an imperceptible flush creeping onto her lovely face.
"You don't need to organize the documents anymore. Go clean the bathroom!"
"Eh? Why?"
Wei'er was bewildered, not even noticing Celicia's abnormal behavior.
The bathroom?
It was huge!
And just her?
"Because that guy soaked in the bath, and I don't like it. Go, now!"
"...Oh."
Although Wei'er was somewhat happy that the President was showing her distaste for Muen Campbell again, her entire face slumped at the thought of cleaning that massive bathroom alone.
Consequently, the strange thoughts from a moment ago vanished into thin air.
"President~" Wei'er tried to act spoiled.
"No hiring help, and no using magic. Go!"
Celicia glared at her coldly. "If I find even a trace of that guy's scent left in the bathroom, I'll strip you naked and throw you into his room!"
"Ugh..."
Deep down, Wei'er let out a wail of despair.
I really do hate you after all.
Damn you, Muen Campbell!
...
Once everything was settled, Celicia heard a knock at the door.
"At this hour..."
Glancing at the sky, she realized, "So they've arrived?"
Since there was no one else in the courtyard to order around, she went to open the door herself.
Outside, a Royal Knight in gold-patterned armor saw Celicia and knelt respectfully on one knee.
"Your Highness."
"Mhm."
Celicia nodded slightly. "Are you here for Muen Campbell?"
"Yes," the knight replied. "By His Majesty's order."
"He's over there."
Celicia pointed toward the wall. Beneath the collapsed bricks and stones, a shapely backside glared at the heavens, as if protesting the injustices of this world.
The gold-armored knight's expression didn't change in the slightest. He simply nodded to Celicia, and two squire knights appeared from behind him, carrying a stretcher. They wobbled over to the wall.
The two of them pulled the face-down Muen out from the pile of rubble and placed him on the stretcher. He remained in that same bent-over posture as they wobbled back out of the courtyard.
"Then, we shall take our leave, Your Highness."
The knight took his leave respectfully.
"Mhm."
Celicia nodded, but then, as if remembering something, she suddenly spoke up.
"Wait."
"What are your orders, Your Highness?"
"There's a river over there."
Celicia pointed in a certain direction and said coldly, "Before you take him to see my father... throw him in the river and give him a good rinse."