Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

With a snap of his fingers, the eccentric student council president, dressed in a green-tinged green, displayed a magic crystal projection above his head. It was a popularity poll of the five campuses that the freshmen had never even heard of.

Unsurprisingly, Messiah Star's name topped the Queen list, leading the second place by a staggering 500 votes.

Next up is Zinora, the princess of the high elf Sun Elf race, and the future elven queen.

Intriguingly, the third name is almost identical to that of the Sunlit Royal Court Elf Princess.

Nolan Joestar

Someone had a strange expression, and seemed to be inexplicably uncomfortable.

The Messiah was right; a large portion of those love letters were indeed sent to himself...

In contrast, the King position for the back-to-school season yielded an overwhelming result, with Lockray coming in first place with 90% of the vote.

Boys wouldn't give their precious vote to another boy, and neither would girls. This shows that the Holy Son's worshippers are as terrifying as the Messiah, almost making the Goddess of Chaos have the evil idea of ​​taking him under her wing.

The president called out Messiah's name several times in a high-pitched voice, but the blue-haired girl who had left under some pretext disappeared from the Galactic Sanctuary without anyone noticing.

The boys looked at each other, somewhat disappointed.

There was no other way, so the guild leader had to hand over the title of queen to the second-place winner and place a mysterious wreath, cast by the Silver Guardian himself, on the head of the bewildered elf princess.

Unfazed, Lockrean also received the same arcane crown.

"Now, King and Queen will lead the dance to conclude this unforgettable freshman dance with the final song... Hmm..."

The president paused for a moment before continuing, "But what a coincidence! The queen and king, who are both in school for the back-to-school season, have reached an agreement ahead of time and successfully tied the knot. Congratulations, congratulations!"

It seems that ending with the king and queen dancing together is a tradition during the back-to-school season, which is quite a privilege. The choice of the queen was originally beyond doubt, but now there has been a little accident, and it has turned out differently.

Fortunately, Zenora was already prepared to be polite to Lockrean and didn't mind.

Many rich young men spent a fortune on tickets but couldn't compete with the low-key Locke Ryan. Although his final companion wasn't Messiah, he was still furious and couldn't hold anyone's hand.

"Music!"

The green-clad oddball waved his hands as if conducting a musical, his comical behavior eliciting laughter.

Under the watchful eyes of the stars, it was still a decent ball, and the men and women who had been wandering around joined each other on the dance floor, becoming part of the grand celebration.

The music started again, this time gentle, soothing, serene, and profound. Everyone quieted down, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being one with the vast starry sky.

Nolan sighed, but finally took Bella's hand carefully and placed it on her shoulder.

Five seconds later.

Haw!

"Oh!"

"sorry."

Bella raised an eyebrow and said through gritted teeth, "It's okay."

No sooner had she finished speaking than another foot landed on the same spot, causing Bella to roll her eyes in pain.

She wasn't wearing boots; her rounded toes were completely exposed, and they couldn't withstand the trampling of leather boots.

Bella gripped Nolan's hand tightly, veins bulging on her forehead, and demanded, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"Absolutely not!"

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken, because once he started talking, Nolan's steps became even more erratic, turning into a clumsy display of both hands and feet. This time, he landed both of his feet on Bella's feet with perfect precision, hitting her right where it hurt.

"ah--------------!"

Bella screamed in pain, her anger flaring, and reached out to grab Nolan's neck!

Nolan nimbly dodged, but didn't loosen his grip. Bella, whose feet were pinned to the spot, lost her balance and swayed twice. Just as she was about to fall, Nolan grabbed her slender waist and pressed them tightly together.

"Trying to pick a fight, huh? I'm ready to fight!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Bella's face flushed red, and she kicked out with her leg, revealing her formidable strength.

"I really didn't..."

This time, Nolan immediately let go and dodged outwards, his kick landing squarely on the groin of a man walking towards them, sending him flying with a scream.

29. One-sided humiliation

At the edge of the dance floor, the few elegantly dressed young noblemen exchanged glances and smiled mysteriously.

This group of people were arrogant and unrestrained, with dignified appearances and extraordinary demeanor, but their speech was no different from that of street thugs. Ordinary students dared not approach them at all, and the seasoned veterans who knew their identities were even more secretive.

They didn't bring any female partners, nor did they intend to dance. They just sat on the sidelines, pointing and lewdly staring at all the girls.

The group licked their lips, then stretched and stood up, raising their glasses and glancing at the lone young women around them, seemingly for a moment of pleasure before the ball ended.

They didn't come all this way just to spout nonsense with the brain-dead student council president; their target was those naive and ignorant freshmen.

Bard has his own way of welcoming naive and cute female students. He puts on the act of a helpful senior, uses sweet words and a little trickery with the contents of the cup, and he can make any woman obediently submit.

That's right, the freshman dance is the annual hunting paradise for these scoundrels. The innocent girls who have just entered school are, in their eyes, little lambs to be slaughtered in bed tonight.

responsibility?

Stop joking, okay?

Afterwards, all you have to do is slip some money and bring up the names of families in the Holy Alliance. Do you think those lowly commoners would willingly tarnish their reputations to settle scores with these behemoths?

Bud let out a burp, patted his comrades on the shoulder, and with unsteady steps, stepped onto the dance floor first.

The hunt for women has begun!

Although these nobles were ostentatious, they were not idiots. They understood the principle of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They didn't dare to do anything bad to important public figures like Messiah and Zenora. It was the naive commoners who longed for the wonderful life on a university campus who were the easiest targets.

Soon, a startled fawn, looking bewildered, came into view.

The freckled girl fell to the ground, twisting her ankle because she wasn't used to high heels. She was slender and cute, and passable enough, but her cheap necklace and rented dress were laughable in Bud's eyes.

What he coveted was nothing more than a fresh, naked body.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The girl looked up and saw a distinguished-looking young man in fine clothes, who was staring at her with concern.

"Th-thank you!"

With the other person's help, the girl's heart pounded inexplicably, and she trembled as she got up. She never thought that such a beautiful scene would happen to her one day.

As expected, as long as he adopted the attitude of a senior and asked a few words of concern, this country bumpkin immediately let down his guard, chatted for a bit, and then blushed as he accepted the invitation to dance.

Bard sneered inwardly, displaying impeccable aristocratic manners and gentlemanly consideration, which only made the freckled girl, who had never seen the world before, even more smitten.

He was mediocre in martial arts, but he was very good at picking up girls, and he always succeeded.

The chestnut-haired youth was young, wealthy, and quite handsome, making him one of the best among them; otherwise, he wouldn't have been qualified to propose marriage to Duke Joestar.

But just as they were exchanging dance partners after a song ended, Bud suddenly spotted another extremely challenging prey.

Her beautiful face, indifferent attitude, and the sight of the lone girl in the distance with her black rose skirt and graceful figure all fueled Bard's lust.

Bard smiled. At this moment, he should have made an excuse to leave and sneak away to a secluded corner with the girl to carry out the next step of his plan. However, he immediately gave up the fat sheep he had caught and squeezed through the crowd without saying a word, waiting for his chance to strike.

But then another silver figure appeared, grabbed the girl in the black dress by the waist, and stole her prey.

It's you again!?

Bard's face was grim as he stared at Nolan's exquisite profile through gritted teeth.

Reason told him it was too early to take action against the two Qiaos, but the powerful force formed by the various allied families within the academy fueled his determination for revenge.

The once-feared Duke of Destruction is now old, and his status at the round table has diminished considerably.

Who would fear a Joestar family with no successor these days?

And what right do they have to reject me!

"Even if Nolan were a man, and even if she were to get married one day, her partner would never be a spineless sissy!"

The Duke's humiliation still echoed in his ears, and the mockery of the allied families was still fresh in his mind. The anger that had been building up in Bard's heart for so long suddenly erupted, and he couldn't help but walk over, wanting to give Nolan a hard time first.

Just then, Bella finally lost her temper and kicked out.

"Awoooooo!"

The kick missed Nolan but struck Bard squarely in the groin from behind!

He was sent flying, fell to his knees, and howled in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The sudden farce attracted everyone's attention. The men and women on the dance floor were stunned for a moment before stepping aside to watch.

Isabella!

Lockrean also noticed the commotion beside him and realized that his hot-tempered servant had caused trouble.

He abandoned his refined demeanor and unusually rebuked her in a stern voice.

Bella gritted her teeth, a sudden panic rising within her. She felt a pang of apology, but still glared at Nolan and stubbornly insisted, "She was the one who provoked me!"

"This is no excuse for hurting someone. Apologize to that gentleman right now!"

Lockrean was well aware of Bella's strength; that kick was incredibly powerful, and an ordinary person would likely have their manhood ruined.

Lockrean, leaving the bewildered Zenora behind, immediately helped Bard up. Just as he was about to chant a healing spell, he smelled a strong odor of alcohol and frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, Bard, clutching his groin, managed to stand up. He was quite strong, and he roughly shoved Locke Ryan aside. His bloodshot eyes ignored Bella and stared intently at Nolan.

"Fine, I didn't cause you any trouble, but you're already plotting against me!?"

"Huh?"

Nolan was somewhat baffled. At most, she was just an accomplice; the mastermind was right there beside her.

Bella's expression changed slightly at Bud's rude behavior, but she could only glare at him, restrained by her impulsive kick.

Many of the onlookers recognized Bard; he was a member of one of the notorious cliques of Saint Lenza, the Glorious Saints.

This society, composed of noble sons of the Holy Alliance, has a terrible reputation in private, but it wields considerable power and is quite formidable; no one dares to provoke it.

At this moment, the whispers and snickers around him reminded Bard of the day his family was smeared, and how that woman's public humiliation once again enraged him!

Bard rushed forward and grabbed Nolan by the collar, hissing and mocking, "Don't get too cocky. Do you really think you can inherit the mark of a Holy Knight and become the commander of the Glory Vanguard Legion?"