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"Your Majesty, I simply felt that what they said made a lot of sense, so I got a little too excited. However, I believe that Your Majesty's choice is the best!"

Faced with the question he wanted to ask, the Marquis of Frampton quickly and skillfully uttered the words, which made the previously somewhat dissatisfied king happy.

Vince and Bernard, witnessing this scene, both gave the Marquess of Frampton a look of disdain.

We are ashamed to be associated with you, a disgrace to the nobility!

"Since everyone agrees that Viscount Bartofart is the most suitable candidate, then let him be the captain of the guard. However, we still need to discuss the candidates, and I hope you will submit the list after you have reached an agreement."

As soon as he finished speaking, the king on the throne got up and left without waiting for the reactions of the people below.

The meeting room became lively after the king left, resembling a bustling market.

Vince and Bernard's side and the Marquess of Frampton's side began arguing over the selection of guard personnel.

Even if the rules are broken to allow nobles to join the temple's holy maiden guard, the number of spots is still very small. After deducting Julius's five members, there are at most five left. Considering that Leon is the captain, there will probably only be two or three spots left.

The next day, outside the boys' dormitory building.

Lyon frowned uncertainly as he looked at Vivi, who handed him the letter of appointment.

"Isn't it said that landed nobles cannot serve as guards?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not entirely clear on the specifics. However, Her Highness the Princess instructed me before we came that if there are any questions, we can go to the palace to inquire now."

"I understand. I'll go with you after I change my clothes."

Volume 2 School Life: Chapter 89 It's really dirty there!

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Royal Palace, Milenu's office.

After watching Lyon go inside, Captain Vivi closed the door and cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

Because she knew that Lyon, who was going to the palace to see Milenu at this moment, was extremely important in the eyes of many people, and in order to avoid any unnecessary leaks, she would drive away all possible people.

Inside the office.

When Lyon walked in, he saw Milenu, who was still working on her documents at her desk as usual.

[She was clearly worried, but she still acted like this. Was it because we didn't invite her to dinner?]

His inner doubts turned into action; he moved lightly to Milenu's side and hugged her tightly.

"Milian, I was wrong~"

While apologizing, he rubbed his cheek against her fair, delicate face, his expression one of enjoyment that showed no sign that Leon was truly apologizing sincerely.

"Leon, don't do that. This time, we have something important to deal with."

Feeling the increasingly roughness, Milenu could only glare as she removed Leon's hand, stopped what she was doing, got up and sat on the sofa, looking at Leon with a sigh in her eyes.

At that moment, Lyon suddenly realized that Milenu was also extremely exhausted because of his own affairs.

"It's alright, Milen. No matter what happens, there's nothing to worry about."

Speaking softly, Leon hugged Milenu to his arms, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began to massage her.

"Hmm~, be gentler. I can't take it like this."

Feeling the familiar scent coming from beside her ear, Milenu felt a surge of heat rising within her, but she only managed a shy, coquettish remark.

“Lyon, this time the King personally selected you, so I couldn’t stop him. After all, the King’s power is the greatest.” Mylene’s words carried a hint of helplessness.

"It's clearly your efforts, Milen, that have kept the kingdom in its current state, while that guy who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun is enjoying everything. In my opinion, Milen, you're more... *beep*"

Hearing Lyon's increasingly arrogant words, Milenu turned around and cut off his last words.

A moment later, Milenu, her face completely flushed with embarrassment, reluctantly parted her lips and rested her face against Leon's.

“I know you feel sorry for me, Lyon, but that kind of thing is unacceptable. I will ask him for a divorce once the situation stabilizes a bit. That guy probably wanted me to do that for a long time. After all, he's been running away from the palace more often lately.”

Myleen showed no anger at the king's behavior, and simply spoke with a lazy and calm expression.

“I know. But what about Julius? It would be troublesome if we let him stay in the palace. After all, he’s a bit slow.”

Leon's criticism of Julius immediately made Milenu pinch him in annoyance.

"No matter what, he's still my child. I'll do my best to make him a wealthy lord. But right now, because Marie has become a saintess, the temple intends to restore Julius to his status as crown prince."

Milenu's words carried a rare hint of anger, her eyes filled with condemnation and disgust for the temple's actions.

Anyone in the kingdom with even a modicum of political acumen and intelligence could see what the temple was up to: they wanted to use this to establish a theocratic state, or, as a last resort, gain a higher status, more autonomy, and more power, in preparation for the future.

“Milian, speaking of which, Mariette should still have something like that necklace, right?”

Lyon was indifferent to the conflict between divine and royal authority, for without power, it was all just empty talk. If the Kingdom of Holfald had sufficient military strength, the temple would probably have been destroyed or reduced to an empty shell long ago.

Now, all he needs to do is find as many materials as possible and bring them to the base for more detailed research. After all, there's never too much good material for experimental research, especially something that's been around for a thousand years.

"Leon! Don't you dare get your hands on those things. The temple already dislikes you a lot because of the necklace incident. If they find out about it, even I can't protect you."

Looking at Leon, who showed no fear of the temple whatsoever, Mirenu said irritably.

"Ahem. Don't worry, I'm the kingdom's youngest, most honest, and most powerful knight. I would never do something like stealing."

What scholars do cannot be called stealing; it's called borrowing. Besides, you can just make an exact copy later. As for whether it's useful or not, Leon can only say that a true saintess is unnecessary, and a fake saintess is useless.

Power originates from within oneself, and the magnitude of magic created using magical energy is entirely related to one's own abilities. With the same amount of magical energy, some people can destroy a small room, while others can destroy a town or even a city—this is the difference in control.

All of the above conclusions were drawn by Olivia after discussing magic (energy) utilization with Lucaccion. Leon made some simple modifications to make them look like the ones above.

As for how powerful Olivia's magic is now, Leon doesn't know. He does know that Olivia has embarked on a path completely different from this time magic route, something about enabling everyone to learn magic.

"Hmm~, Leon!"

Mylene stood up angrily when she saw Leon lost in thought. She pressed her eyes against him and stared at him until he snapped out of it, then angrily pinched him.

"You bastard Leon, you were hugging me but you were still thinking about Livia and the others. How awful."

With her pouting lips expressing her dissatisfaction, Leon could only resort to comforting tactics, rearranging the clothes he had just arranged before finally calming Milenu down.

"Hmm. Bad Leon, I'm not messing around with you anymore. I need to get down to business."

Feeling the overwhelming love, Milennu rose from Leon's embrace, poured two cups of hot tea, and then sat down opposite Leon with a serious expression.

"Lyon, the list of guards for this mission has been submitted. Besides Julius and his five companions, you need to select twenty-eight more. Three or four of them should be chosen from this list, and you can handle the rest as well."

Milen handed Lyon two lists he had prepared beforehand. One list included members of families such as the Red Grebe and the Atari, from which Lyon needed to select three or four. The other list consisted of students who were regularly admitted to the academy, and Daniel and Raymond were not on it.

"Milian, I can decide the personnel naming and training of the guard team myself, right?"

“That’s right. Apart from the few noble slots that need to be allocated, the rest are up to you. You can even bring in people who aren’t on the recruitment list.” Having known Leon for a long time, Milenu was aware of his cunning, so she revealed the extent of the power Leon, as captain, wielded.

“Nominally, this guard belongs to the Saintess, and you are required to obey her orders. If possible, I hope you can give Julius and the others some proper training, Lyon.”

A wicked smile flickered across Leon's lips as he listened to Mylene's request.

"Of course, no problem, Milian. I just wonder if you, my lovely friend, would give me a little reward to motivate me even more?"

The familiar breathing sound reached Milenu's ears. After a scene of holy light flashed through her mind, she rolled her eyes at him, and then her clothes became disheveled once again.

A moment later, Lyon, with a slight bow, walked out of the office and headed out of the palace with a sense of accomplishment in his eyes.

The captain of the guards, Vivi, who was unaware of what was going on, glanced at Milenu, who was working on documents with her head down in the office, and then looked at Lyon with a hint of sympathy.

It seems that Viscount Bartofalt and Her Majesty are both troubled by this matter.

At this moment, Weiwei, who was feeling sorry for her, had no idea that the princess in her heart was sitting in a chair with a blush on her face.

“Lyon is really something, that place… is so dirty.” Mylene’s pink face flushed.

"However, it really feels much cleaner after Lyon cleaned it up."

On the way back, Leon, looking at the longsword that was still burning with rage, had the idea of ​​learning cleansing magic from Olivia.

"I need to learn that good magic from Olivia. That way I won't be afraid when I meet Milen anymore."

Lyon didn't care about that kind of thing; he only refrained from forcing himself on her because of Milen.

On his way to the dormitory, Leon was stopped by a somewhat familiar figure.

"you are?"

Herterudie looked at Leon, who couldn't even remember his own name, and felt an immense surge of anger. Her jade-like hands clenched into fists before relaxing.

“Hertelle Sera Van Os. Viscount Bartofart. I’m also studying at the academy now. I’m in the second year with you, Angelica, and Olivia.”

Upon hearing this, Lyon's gaze became somewhat puzzled.

"Hertelte? You're really in the second year with us? Why haven't I seen you? If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Livia and the others don't let me talk to other girls, although I don't really like talking to girls anyway."

After saying that, Leon immediately prepared to turn and leave.

However, Helterudie, who had finally found an opportunity for Leon to be alone, was not going to let him go so easily. So, her hand instinctively reached out to Leon, ready to stop him.

However, Leon instinctively interprets an outstretched hand from an unfamiliar person as an attack!

and so……

thump!

As expected, Helterudie was slammed to the ground by Leon with an over-the-shoulder throw, her hands instinctively gripped tightly behind her back, and she was completely pinned down by Leon.

"Hmph! Bartofarth, your weapon is pressing against me. Let go of it!"

Confused, Helterudie felt a sharp object pressing against her body after the initial pain, and she began to writhe uncomfortably.

Is this guy really that cautious? He's carrying weapons all the time.

Feeling the twisting of her body, the weapon Helteruti spoke of unfortunately changed again due to physiological effects.

This change caused Lyon's face to flush red immediately. He released his hands and stood up somewhat awkwardly, looking around nervously.

Why did this kind of melodramatic plot happen to me? I'll have to be more careful next time.

On the cold ground, Helterudie felt the power controlling her disappear and turned to sit down with a sore throat, looking at Lyon with even more disgust.

"Bartofalt, how did Angelica and the others like you when you're so violent? And couldn't you at least apologize or help me up?"

Herterudie, who increasingly disliked Lyon, no longer possessed the aloofness of a princess of the Kingdom of Vanos; all that remained was a girl's dislike for a boy who had repeatedly ruined her plans.

"Ahem. Sorry, Helterutti. Because you're not someone I know, my body reacted instinctively." Leon pulled Helterutti up somewhat embarrassedly, then bowed slightly in apology. His gaze, as he bent down, noticed the black Lolita-style dress that had been torn by the force.

Immediately, Lyon, true to his nature of taking responsibility for his mistakes, kindly offered a reminder.

"Herteluti, your clothes are torn under your armpits. If possible, I think you should go back to your dorm and change."

Upon hearing this, Helterudie immediately reached out to the spot where a slight coolness was coming from, and her face immediately turned red.

Because the tear reveals what is covered by white silk fabric.

"Bartofalt, you're a scoundrel! You filthy bastard!"

Facing the culprit who caused all this, Herterudie unsurprisingly berated Lyon, but her meager vocabulary made it sound like she was engaging in flirtatious banter.

As the shouts of abuse spread, some students passing by couldn't help but turn their attention over.

Noticing this change, Helteruti fearfully moved closer to Lyon, covering herself tightly with her hands before looking at him with a somewhat frightened gaze.

"Um, Bartofalt, could you take me to my dorm? I'm a little scared."

Herterudie's fear at this moment was heartfelt, stemming from a girl's instinct.

"I understand. I'll take you to your dorm. But the quality of your clothes is really bad." After agreeing, Leon made a slight complaint about Helterutti's clothes.

In response, Herterudie could only glare at Ang with the look she gave a country bumpkin.

This kind of formal wear wasn't originally intended for sports.

As they walked, the delicate fragrance emanating from Helterutti, who was clinging tightly to Lyon's side, constantly stimulated his senses. The images from earlier kept flashing through his mind, and he hunched over slightly.

Helterudi, noticing this scene, glanced at it strangely, then her beautiful black eyes began to observe, and a blush appeared on her cold face!

pat!

Volume 2 School Life: Chapter 90 An Unpleasant Political Marriage

pat!

After seeing the reason for Leon's slight bow, Helterutie raised her hands without hesitation, and a crisp sound rang out on the school path.

"Bartofalt, you filthy bastard, let go of my hand right now! Humph!"