Did the villainous professor survive today?

Chapter 106 Isabel's Past

three days later.

Isabelle's address.

"Your Highness, your progress is truly remarkable."

Kroenke was lavish in his praise.

In just one week, Isabel was able to stabilize her emotions during the Inch Stop Challenge.

"No, teacher. It's just that I've read a lot this week, so I have a fixed expectation of the story's formula."

Isabel responded modestly.

"Those factors are certainly involved, but it's also related to His Highness's upbringing."

Krenks pondered for a moment and said, "Then, it's time to consider the next step of training. If Your Highness can still pass this test smoothly, then we can begin to try to gradually master chaos magic."

Klenk then took out a stack of books without covers from his briefcase.

Deng.

Isabel's bracelet rang.

"I'm sorry, teacher————"

Isabelle's ears turned a lovely pink.

Upon seeing the book without a cover, she understood what it was.

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Due to her status, she couldn't conveniently ask anyone else to buy pornographic books for her, and besides, Luo, the only person she could trust, also objected to her reading such things.

It had been two weeks since Isabel last saw something like this.

"Your Highness, please continue reading. When the time is right, I will tell you what the real test will be."

"it is good."

Isabel picked up a book and began to read it from beginning to end.

Compared to when he was taking notes on the frequency of Isabel's bracelet, Klenk simply sat opposite him, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, seemingly lost in thought.

About twenty minutes later.

Krenk said sternly, "Your Highness, as the Pope's own daughter, instead of studying politics, you're watching such obscene things. Are you planning to become a laughingstock for everyone?"

Hearing Krenk's reprimand, Isabel looked up in surprise.

Suddenly, a pointer appeared in Kroenke's hand, and he swung it toward Isabel's wrist.

Whoosh!

Kroenke's pointer stopped just inches from Isabel's wrist.

Faced with the impending whipping, Isabelle did not even try to dodge.

Meanwhile, at almost the same moment, as Krenk suddenly attacked, the shadow of his attendant, Lora, shifted.

A dark figure leaped up from the shadows, its right hand transforming into a long sword, which slashed at Krenk's arm.

Perhaps sensing that Kroenke had stopped, Luo's shadow also noticeably reduced its strength.

However, the Shadow Blade still struck Krenk's right hand squarely, and blood gushed from the wound.

Deng!

Isabel's bracelet rang.

"Your Highness—" Krenk's expression instantly turned serious, "Your bracelet is ringing."

What made Krenk serious was not the ringing of the bracelet, but that Isabel showed absolutely no reaction to the sudden whipping, not even blinking.

This is extremely contrary to common physiological sense.

Considering Kroenke and Isabel's past interactions, the situation has now become serious.

Krenk tore off a strip of his clothing and used it to bandage the wound on his right arm. "Your Highness, I need to be alone with you to ask you a few questions."

"Professor Krenk, you can ask me anything in person," Lola interrupted.

"No, it must be, and it can only be, the two of us, Your Highness."

Isabel glanced at Lola and paused for a few seconds before saying, "It's alright, Lola, I trust Professor Krenk."

"Your Highness————"

"Lola, trust me."

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Lora looked at Isabel, her lips moved, and she finally agreed.

Isabel pointed to the bandage on Krenk's arm, where blood was seeping out and staining the entire bandage red: "Teacher, would you like your arm treated first?"

"No need, Your Highness. Please find a room where we can be alone."

"it is good."

Isabel and Kroenke went to a private room.

"Your Highness, as your teacher, I hope you will tell me the truth about the following conversation. At the same time, I will keep everything that is said in this room a secret."

"No problem, teacher."

Then, Krenk cut to the chase: "May I ask if Your Highness's family has been kind to you on a daily basis?"

Kroenke's thoughts drifted back to what Isabel had said to him three weeks earlier at the chief professor's promotion banquet.

"In a house that will never be a home, calling strangers who share the same blood as you family—this false love will one day burst like a bubble."

This is not only an evaluation of Enya, but also Isabel's personal experience.

Isabel sighed almost imperceptibly, "I can't hide it from the teacher."

"If Your Highness doesn't mind, you can be frank with me."

Isabelle's lips twitched, and she hesitated.

She stared at Krenk, then turned to look at the scenery outside the window, without saying a word.

Kroenke stood silently by, and at that moment, all he needed to do was offer his company.

After nearly half an hour of silence, Isabel spoke: "From the day I was born, my mother died because of the out-of-control chaos magic. Therefore, neither my father nor my two older sisters have ever been kind to me."

"Aren't they afraid of chaos magic going out of control?"

"The Great Sage Ilora possessed the magic of suppression, so during my childhood, when she suppressed my magic, my two older sisters would beat me, saying it was to help me control my emotions, but I knew they hated me, hated that I took my mother away."

"I'm sorry to hear this, Your Highness,"

Krenk paused, as if remembering something, "What about His Highness's brother?"

Perhaps it was the release of words that had been suppressed in her heart for so long that made Isabel briefly forget about keeping the secret: "He would protect me and stop my sister. When it was late at night, he would secretly take me out to play. He would squat down in the corner of the back garden and let me step on his shoulders to climb over. We would usually go to the Komodo Sea next to the palace to collect seashells."

"You can see several active volcanoes in the distance, and the smoke they are emitting is clearly visible even in the dark. My brother even made a bet with me using the seashells he found, betting on which one would erupt first. Of course, none of these volcanoes erupted in the end."

"But we can't go too far. If we go too far, we won't be able to get back before dawn. Once, I accidentally cut my foot on a stone and couldn't walk. My father found out and locked my brother up for a month. But on the day he came out, he secretly came to my bedroom and took me out to play by climbing over the wall. I don't know how he got past the guards."

Krenk was silent for a few seconds: "Then His Highness must miss his brother very much."

Isabel replied without hesitation, "Yes, my brother is a very good person; he is a saint in every sense of the word."

Kroenke frowned slightly.

If what Isabel said is true, then why would Diablo willingly fall into depravity and choose to make a pact with a demon?

"I'm sorry, teacher, I overreacted. Please keep this information confidential."

Isabel's expression turned serious again; the light in her eyes faded, replaced by an emptiness. "This is also for the teacher's safety."

"Yes, thank you for your frankness, Your Highness."

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Klenk nodded slightly.

"Teacher, are there any other questions?"

"If Your Highness doesn't mind, I can—"

Seeing Krenk hesitate, Isabel frowned her beautiful brows: "Teacher, what is it?"

"Your Highness, when you mentioned your brother just now, there was a light in your eyes. What I want to do is to help you maintain that look in your eyes."

Although he knew it was risky, Krenk still asked, "So, can I be your older brother?"

"Um?"

Isabel's eyes widened instantly, and she opened her mouth wide: "Is the teacher joking?"

Krenk simply replied calmly, "Your Highness, you don't need to shut out the light in your eyes. No matter what your family has done to you in the past, the light in people's hearts cannot and should not be shut out. Even if the world is unfair, everyone should live fairly."

"Live fairly —"

Isabel looked at Kroenke and suddenly realized that if her brother were still alive, his age would be exactly the same as Kroenke's.

If my brother were still alive, what would he be like?

He might take over the papacy, and then, in the dead of night, bypass the guards again and take himself to a more distant place.

He might directly use his position to have the court's archmage tamper with those active volcanoes, just to win the bet and earn a few shells from him.

Countless daydreams drifted down before Isabel like autumn leaves, piling up and piling up until Isabel suddenly shivered violently.

he died.

When people feel cold, they tend to gather with people who can warm them up.

Isabel reached out and gently wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand. She looked at Krenk, the emptiness in her eyes replaced by light once more: "Okay, brother."

You helped Isabel resolve her inner conflict.

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The Sea of ​​Dreams.

Mengxiang stood by the window of the study, quietly gazing at the towering gate in the distance.

After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a mournful roar, the dark figure fell straight down from the highest point of the gate and crashed to the ground.

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A huge cloud of dust rose and then dispersed. Upon closer inspection, the dark figure that had just fallen from the height turned out to be a nightmare.

A long spear was stuck in the gaping maw of the nightmare demon, piercing through its entire body.

With violent fluctuations, the black mist on the nightmare's body surged and rippled, gradually dissipating like water vapor.

A man emerged from the fading shadows and stood beneath Mengxiang: "Mengxiang, this should be the one you were talking about, the scythe-wielding nightmare that just appeared last week. Look, it's dead."

"Yes, I can see it."

Mengxiang gave a faint reply.

"Don't be so cold," the man said, slowly gliding towards Meng Xiang as if swimming. "How's things going on your end lately?"

"Well—something interesting has happened recently," Mengxiang turned to the man, "Would you like to hear about it, Diablo?"