It's so hard being a hero!

Roland retorted through gritted teeth, "You've been with him for so many years, have you ever had a wedding? The title of Grand Duchess of the Empire sounds nice, but everyone knows it's just in name only. If you weren't pregnant with Lyra, would you even deserve this title? In the end, you're just a nobody."

Frey's face instantly turned even uglier than before.

She suddenly increased her magical output, and the Heart of the Sun burst forth with dazzling golden light. The temperature rose again, and steam surged in all directions like a waterfall.

"You old maid, what right do you have to talk to me like that?"

Frey retorted, her voice clearly filled with anger.

“At least I have a daughter. What about you? You’re over 50 and don’t even have a boyfriend. Basically, nobody wants you.”

Roland's eye twitched.

Who are you calling an old maid?

"Whoever responds, that's who we'll talk about."

The two women were completely at odds.

The intensity of the magical clash reached a new level, causing the entire dimensional space to tremble violently, and the chaotic energy to be stirred up like the surface of a sea in a storm.

Vic stood at a distance, watching this scene, and silently took a dozen steps back.

He felt it was better for him not to get involved.

There's definitely no way to stop it. Let them fight; they'll eventually get tired of it.

So the fight lasted a full half hour.

The two women's mouths were never silenced; one would curse at the other, and the other would curse at the same time.

Each sentence was harsher than the last.

Moreover, even they couldn't withstand the continuous casting of forbidden spells.

The two quickly stopped fighting, standing dozens of meters apart, panting heavily and glaring at each other as if they wanted to devour each other.

Elegance? Forget about it.

As they spoke, they even threatened to continue the hand-to-hand combat.

If Vic hadn't teleported to their side and separated them, they probably would have continued fighting.

"Is that enough?"

The two women glared at him at the same time, then turned their heads away simultaneously.

That's no different from being jealous and vying for attention with girls at school.

Neither of them actually took the other's insults to heart.

After all, in Roland's eyes, it was quite admirable to be jealous of a man who had been dead for more than twenty years.

Frey, on the other hand, simply wanted to vent her emotions.

Chapter 94 Conversations among classmates

Vic looked around and, after confirming that neither of them intended to continue the fight, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finished fighting? Let's leave. We can't just stand here in the void drinking tea, can we?"

Roland gave a haughty snort and raised his hand to make a gesture in front of him.

The next moment, a light blue spatial portal opened out of thin air.

Behind the door, you can see a clear blue sky and a sparkling sea.

"Come on, since you're here, you should at least come to my place for a cup of tea, so that people won't say that your old classmate is being stingy or not hospitable enough."

After Roland finished speaking, he went inside without waiting for their response.

Frey glanced at the light blue portal and immediately followed.

Vic shrugged and made a sarcastic remark.

"Women's minds are truly hard to fathom."

The moment they passed through the portal, a salty sea breeze swept over them, carrying with it a sweet floral scent.

They have arrived on an island in the middle of the ocean.

It's a very beautiful island.

The surroundings were meticulously maintained, with marble paths winding through the courtyard and large swaths of blue flowers planted on both sides.

"Tsk tsk, Roland, you really know how to enjoy yourself."

Vic looked around and sighed sincerely.

"One person owns an entire island and grows so many flowers; it's much more comfortable than my home."

Roland walked ahead, muttering a complaint without turning his head.

"With your free-spirited personality, you're not suited for this kind of lonely and desolate environment."

Vikshan gave an awkward smile.

"I'm too lazy to take care of it, I'm afraid of the trouble, and my princess wife is also very lazy."

As they spoke, the three of them had already walked deep into the courtyard.

On the terrace in front of the building, there is a round table and a rattan chair, with a white porcelain tea set on the table.

Roland snapped his fingers, and two new chairs immediately appeared. He gestured for the two to sit down, then turned and went inside.

A moment later, he came out carrying a dark brown earthenware jar.

"Try this."

Roland placed the earthenware pot on the table, lifted the lid, and a refreshing fragrance wafted out.

"It's just a deep-sea sprout picked from the depths of the endless sea, something ordinary people can't get their hands on."

She picked up the teapot and poured a cup for each of them.

The tea soup was crystal clear, with a very pale sky blue color. A few slender tea leaves slowly unfurled in the cup, like little fish swimming around.

Frey picked up her teacup, took a sip, remained silent for a few seconds, then put the cup down, her expression softening slightly.

"Wow, this is really good. Give me a few pounds later."

Roland rolled her eyes at her, but did not refuse.

"Alright, alright, it's rare for you to ask, here's a few pounds for you."

"Hey, I want some too, just one pound is fine," Victor quickly added.

The three of them enjoyed the sea breeze and drank tea, suddenly becoming relaxed and carefree.

Vic leaned back in his chair, squinted at the distant horizon, and suddenly sighed.

When was the last time we were this relaxed?

Roland paused for a moment, holding the teacup, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

"I can't remember exactly, but it was at least thirty years ago."

Vic sighed softly.

"Yes, since graduating from Imperial School, we've all gone our separate ways. I've been traveling all over the continent, and then Su Lan left, so we've gotten together even less."

Roland sighed softly, put down her teacup, and looked at the blue flowers in the courtyard, as if she had remembered something.

"I remember back when I was at Imperial Academy, Frey and I got into a fight and burned down the experimental field behind the teaching building."

Roland's tone carried a hint of reminiscence.

"As a result, the dean punished us by making us clean all the toilets in the entire college, which took a whole month."

"You still remember?"

Frey raised an eyebrow, a rare smile appearing on her lips.

"of course I remember."

Roland rolled her eyes at her, then proceeded to expose Frey's shameful deeds one by one.

Vic sat beside them, watching the two bicker, his smile never fading.

He suddenly realized that time hadn't actually changed much.

Some people's way of getting along is set from a young age and never changes.

However, this relaxed atmosphere did not last long.

Roland put down his teacup, sat up straight, and glanced at the two men.

"Alright, we've had our tea and chatted enough, now it's time to get down to business."

"You two Saint Realm experts disguised yourselves and sneaked into my academy, surely you didn't come here just to have tea with me?"

Frey put down her teacup, paused for a moment, and then spoke.

“My students have come to study at your college, so I came along to check on them.”

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh?"

"There's one more thing."

Frey's tone was calm, but Roland could tell that something was hidden beneath that calm.

"Your college recently got a new teacher, a level nine pharmacist named Evelyn, right?"

Roland's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

"You're quite well-informed."

"She came from the capital. Before coming to Tianxing Academy, she worked as the emperor's personal apothecary in the palace for a period of time."

Frey didn't directly address Evelyn's problem; she simply stated the fact.

Roland listened and nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, I know her background. When she joined the company, she presented her qualification certificate from the Royal Pharmacists Association. Her procedures were complete and her background was clean."