Did the villainous professor survive today?

Only three people remained in the large study.

Kroenke glanced at Lola standing behind Isabel and frowned slightly:

"Miss Lola, I remember saying that I wish to speak with His Highness alone."

Lola stood still, unmoved.

Isabel sensed the subtle tension between them and said:

"It's alright, Lola, you can leave now."

"Wait a moment, you don't have to leave."

Kroenke then refuted his earlier statement.

【Lola】

[Death Threat: B]

Looking at the subtitles on the system panel, Kroenke seemed to have thought of something.

By doing things that benefit Princess Isabelle, you can improve her impression of you and earn points.

So, is her bad impression of herself related to His Highness?

Kroenke intends to verify this conjecture, saying:

"What I'm about to say should be known to as few people as possible. If Your Highness doesn't mind, you can let her stay."

"Thank you very much, Professor Klenk."

Isabel nodded, seemingly intending for Lola to listen along with her; she spoke concisely.

"Professor Krenk, you asked those scholars to leave, surely not so they could ask me some personal questions?"

"Your Highness is wise."

"Professor Krenk, you can speak frankly." Isabel's eyes still held a hint of emptiness.

"……good,"

Kroenke remained silent for a long time before revealing the cruel truth.

"Your Highness, there is no way to completely eradicate chaos magic. It will follow you like a shadow until the very end of your life."

Although it sounds cruel, from the very beginning, chaos magic was a dead end, like a death game of musical chairs. Even if the pace could be slowed down indefinitely, there would always be a day when it would explode.

As soon as she finished speaking, the expression in the eyes of Lora, the attendant behind the Third Princess, changed instantly.

A murderous intent flashed in her eyes, which were like washed-out blue-black ink marks, as if a frozen lake were cracking open:

"Klenk, you must take responsibility for what you said."

"I'm just stating the facts," Kroenke retorted without backing down.

"Do you expect me to deceive His Highness?"

"you……"

Lola was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Lola, go outside and get two snacks," Isabel said, stepping in to smooth things over. "Professor Krenk must be a little tired after explaining so much."

"yes!"

Lola obediently left the study, leaving only Krenk and Isabel behind.

"I am very grateful to Professor Klenk for being so honest with me."

Isabel's eyes did not reveal despair; on the contrary, they showed a sense of relief. She said,

"In addition, please convey Lora's apology to Professor Krenk. I bought her from a merchant in the East. To her, I am everything. Her attitude was only because she was worried about my safety. So, I hope you will not take her offense to heart."

Purchased from a merchant in a chamber of commerce...

Krenk pondered the meaning behind Isabel's words.

Bought it...

Krenk recalled the original owner's memories. When he was a child, the original owner had heard his family say that the overall environment of the Eastern Continent was much more backward than that of the Northern Continent.

Even now, local chambers of commerce still engage in large-scale human trafficking there, often resulting in the destruction of families and the deaths of many. Many of these victims, after growing up, return to their hometowns and try every means to assassinate the merchants who sold them.

He nodded thoughtfully, then said politely:

"Only a ruler like Your Highness could wield such a sharp blade."

"Haha, Professor Klenk, you're really wasting your talents by dedicating yourself to academia."

Isabel let out a rare string of silvery laughter, just as Lola pushed a silver food cart in from outside.

You have slightly improved Lola's stereotype of you.

[Points +300!]

[Current points: 2300!]

Lora lifted the silver lid and placed a delicate pagoda-shaped pastry in front of Krenk. The pastry was moon white with a faint shimmering light flowing across its surface.

"Professor Klenk, this is Dragon's Breath Sherbet, made from Dragon's Breath honey imported from the Southern Continent, fire phoenix grass grown in the palace, rock sugar, and wheat."

Lola introduced the ingredients and origins of the pastries, staring at Krenk expressionlessly, revealing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

"Legend has it that during the Holy Crusade a thousand years ago, Pope Osarien collapsed from hunger and cold under a withered tree during the most difficult winter of the campaign. In his dream, a fiery phoenix carrying an ice lotus in its beak flew in and melted the ice and snow with its flames, which solidified into a sweet pastry for the people to eat. Afterward, the army regained its strength and ultimately won the Holy War. Afterward, the Pope recreated this pastry from his memory, and to this day, it is still regarded as a national treasure by the Holy Kingdom."

"Thank you for your generous gift, Your Highness."

Kroenke made a respectful gesture, picked up the silver spoon, and then took a bite.

The delicate pastry melted instantly in his mouth, cool yet warm, like eating a piece of snow wrapped in fire, or drinking a pot of hot wine with ice cubes.

Immediately afterwards, the fatigue from simulating chaos magic vanished as the pastries melted.

Kroenke nodded, meeting Isabel's eyes:

"Your Highness, although chaos magic cannot be completely eradicated, I have a way to control it."

Upon hearing these words, a rare glimmer of light appeared in Isabel's usually lifeless eyes:

"Professor Kroenke, I would like to hear more about it."

"That means I will serve as Your Highness's private tutor and teach you how to control and use chaos magic." Krenk knew that if he didn't cling to the Holy Kingdom's princess now, he might not have a better opportunity later.

"Controlling chaos magic?"

Isabel and Lola both asked in unison, with the latter adding without hesitation,

"Professor Krenk, I need to remind you that attempting to control chaos magic is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin."

"Miss Lola, I remember reminding you that I would not lie to His Highness," Krenk said, his gaze fixed on Isabel the entire time, without casting a single glance at Lola.

"As the chief professor, how could I not know the fates of those who have attempted to master chaos magic over the past few centuries?"

"It's alright, Lola, we can try Professor Krenk's plan first." Isabel seemed to think it was worth a try.

"I wonder when Professor Krenk plans to begin?"

"Not now, at least. I need to go back and make some preparations. If Your Highness has no objections, let's schedule the next meeting for next Saturday afternoon," Krenk said bluntly.

"If there's nothing else, I won't disturb Your Highness any longer."

"Thank you very much, Professor Klenk. My door will always be open to you."

"If you need anything, Your Highness can send someone to summon me at any time."

Kroenke rose and bowed deeply to Isabel:

"Finally, at the very end, I would like to offer Your Highness a suggestion."

"What suggestion?"

"Chaos magic is to other forms of magic what the ocean is to a lake. A young child can play and frolic on the lakeshore, but could be swept away by the raging waves at any moment," Krenk said.

"But we can't blame the sea just because the waves are turbulent."

"It is precisely because you possess unparalleled talent that you have become the vessel of chaotic magic. Rather than seeing it as a curse from fate, see it as a test from fate."

Isabelle was somewhat taken aback. Whether it was because she was the daughter of the Pope and had grown up hearing flattery, or because she had been secretly called the cursed child since childhood, this was the first time she had heard such words.

She suddenly realized that Klenk hadn't used "you" (formal), but rather "you" (informal).

In other words, this suggestion was not made from the perspective of a subject.

Isabelle asked curiously:

"Professor Krenk, may I ask in what capacity you made this suggestion?"

"As a teacher."

After finishing speaking, Kroenke turned and walked towards the door.

You have improved Lola's stereotype of you.

[Points +500!]

[Current points: 2800!]