They are all characters I control.

"Not only is she intelligent and beautiful, but Miss Elena's magical talent is also outstanding! It's truly enviable!"

"Yes, I heard that even Professor Moore praised her for having great potential!"

"Truly worthy of being the jewel of the Marquis Roth family..."

The praises surrounded Elena, and the students completely ignored Lia's presence.

Someone in the crowded throng tugged at her, almost causing Leah to fall off her seat.

She staggered and steadied herself by holding onto a nearby table, something Lia was already used to.

Although she is the eldest daughter of the Rost family, she cannot sense the elements and can only use basic magic at most.

People say it's because her mother was a commoner of low status.

Lia was very unhappy about how others were belittling her mother, but her magical talent was so weak that she was powerless to refute their gossip.

"Let's go back soon." Lia glanced at Elena, who was surrounded by people behind her, and stood up, walking towards the classroom door.

Today has passed, I wonder how Anna's wound is? Is she still angry with me?

How should I explain this to Anna when I get home?

Lia was preoccupied with these thoughts and didn't notice the figure that had appeared at the classroom door.

The other person assumed that Lia would make way for him, as he seemed used to others making way for him.

But Lia was completely unaware of this, and as a result, she let out a soft cry of "Ah!" and fell to the ground.

"Are you alright, miss? Um, who are you?" A gentle male voice sounded from above.

Leah looked up in shock, and what came into view was an exceptionally handsome face.

The man had dazzling short blond hair, a knight's sword engraved with royal patterns hanging at his waist, and his clothes were bright and luxurious, clearly the attire of the upper nobility.

Instantly, Lia recognized the other person's identity.

"Your Highness Prince Alvin?"

The other party was Prince Alvin, who was also in the Royal Academy and was her nominal fiancé.

"I'm so sorry, Your Highness! I didn't mean to!" Her voice was barely audible, as if she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Prince Alvin wasn't there to see Lia, but rather to see Lia's sister, Elena.

Compared to Lia, who has poor magical talent and is rumored to be of commoner blood, Elena is sunny and cheerful, possesses outstanding magical talent, and is also quite sociable.

Normally, Elena would practice magic with him at this time.

However, since he had encountered Lia at this moment, Alvin, as a prince, naturally had to show courtesy.

“So it’s Miss Leah from the Rost family. It’s alright, it was my mistake. You’re not hurt…” Prince Alvin gave her a professional smile and extended his hand.

Just then, a soft, urgent voice broke in:

"Sister! Are you alright?!"

Elena, holding up her skirt, jogged over with a worried look on her face.

She seemingly unintentionally pushed aside Lia, then slipped and fell into Prince Alvin's arms with a start.

"Watch out!" Prince Alvin withdrew his hand from Lia and reached out to support Elena, who had "almost fallen."

Elena nestled into the prince's arm, raising her large, watery eyes with a pitiful expression: "Thank you, Your Highness..."

Then, she turned to Lia, her tone tinged with reproach and grievance: "Sister, I know you really want to see Prince Alvin, but you should be more composed. How could you deliberately offend His Highness?"

"Are you alright, Elena?" Prince Alvin looked at the delicate and helpless Elena in his arms, then at Lia, who was frozen in place beside him, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Lia stared blankly at the scene, her mind a little blank.

It seems like she deliberately bumped into Prince Alvin? But Prince Alvin was clearly blocking the exit himself.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Your Highness," Elena replied softly, regaining her balance with the prince's help. A fleeting glimpse of smugness crossed her lips as she glanced at the helpless Lia.

Before she knew it, Lia almost came into contact with Prince Alvin.

This guy, who previously said he was willing to give up his 'engagement ring,' now wants to bump into Prince Alvin? Not so easy!

Elena slowly approached the dazed Lia, seemingly gently advising, "Sister, why don't you apologize to Prince Alvin right now! You can't do this again, you know? We are ladies of the Rost family, how can we use such despicable means?"

From an angle unseen by others, Elena gave Lia a smug and mocking look.

However, Elena had barely finished speaking.

She then noticed that Lia's gaze suddenly changed beside her.

The timidity and gentleness receded like the tide, replaced by an extreme calm and a condescending detachment.

"What the hell? If you're so ugly, don't come near me, it's disgusting."

A slap landed on Elena's face before she could react.

Chapter 6: Eradicating the Weeds at the Root is a Skill

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Elena's face—it was truly unlucky.

Looking at Eileen sitting on the ground with her face covered, and the blond, blue-eyed, puppy-like boy next to her.

Claire spat at her: "Pah, what are you doing standing in front of me for no reason? And making that stupid face of yours, you scared the hell out of me! Damn it, are you stupid?!"

"You! You..." The girl's blushing face showed how hard that slap had been.

Elena stared at 'Lia' who actually slapped her, and almost couldn't hold back and revealed her true nature.

Now, in front of so many students from the Royal Academy and His Highness Prince Alvin, she couldn't treat her sister, who had been so harsh and domineering towards her, as she had at home.

At this point, she should play the role of the one being bullied.

So Elena stood up and leaned against Prince Alvin's chest, covering her face and crying pitifully, "I...I know my sister doesn't like me, but you can't hit me, can you? And you called me ugly and insulted our mother, that's too much, waaaah..."

Pah, you green tea b*tch.

Claire looked at Elena's dead body and spat in disgust.

He gave me the middle finger without any politeness: "You like mud horses, huh? Get lost and don't block my way."

Claire knew that she could only play for half an hour at a time, and she didn't want to waste her time on this idiot.

Having said that, Claire was about to leave.

However, the road was blocked.

He glanced around and saw that the students around him were all looking at him like he was a villain.

And the one leading them was none other than the pretty boy next to Elena.

“Miss Lia, no matter what, you have gone too far. Elena only wanted to care about you, but you have acted in a way that is excessive,” Prince Alvin said righteously.

Firstly, it was the prince who spoke, and secondly, it was Elena's popularity at this royal academy.

The onlookers immediately began to condemn Claire.

"That's right! Even if they are sisters, there's no need to slap your own sister, is there?"

"Elena is so cute and kind, and she cares about you so much!"

"I'd heard before that Leah bullied Elena at home every day, but I didn't believe it. I never thought it was true!"

"We all saw it! We saw Miss Liya bullying Miss Elena! That's going too far!"

"Apologize! Apologize to Miss Elena!"

The indignant onlookers pointed at Claire (Lia), as if they were about to judge a witch.

None of these idiots noticed that Elena was still whimpering uncontrollably.

Claire laughed in exasperation, looking at this group of idiots with a sense of helplessness.

"You mean my stepmother will just watch me, this burden left by my ex-wife, bully her own daughter every day? Are you all as stupid as my brain?"

This is such a low-class rumor. Is this how Elena pretends in public?

It's like they're making it sound like Lia is the stepmother's biological daughter?

The onlookers who had just stood up for Elena fell silent. Thinking about it carefully, it does seem to make sense?

You should know that Lia's mother has passed away, and the current Marquis is Elena's biological mother. Would her own mother stand by and watch her ex-wife's daughter bully her own flesh and blood?

"The Marquise Marla is very kind. She has participated in many charitable donations. It's not impossible that she cares about you more than her own daughter."

It was that blond pretty boy who spoke up again at this moment.

"Who are you? What are you babbling about? What's it to you?" Claire asked disdainfully, looking at the other person's face, which was not as handsome as hers.

The onlookers were immediately in an uproar when they saw Claire's (Lia's) attitude.

"Sister! This is Prince Alvin, the first in line to the throne of the empire, and also the only heir."

Elena, the stepsister who was faking tears, had red eyes and grabbed Claire's arm to continue her act: "Sister, you can't pretend to forget His Highness Prince Alvin's identity just because he stands up for justice and speaks up for me!"

"Don't be impulsive, sister! Quickly apologize! Apologize to His Highness Prince Alvin!"

Regardless of Elena's continued manipulative behavior, Claire was somewhat interested in the pretty boy in front of her.

He raised an eyebrow, looked at the other person's face, and asked, "Oh? You're from the current royal family of the empire? What's your full name?"

During the hundred years she was sealed away, Claire was completely unaware of the changes happening outside.

Who is in charge of this empire that he once ruled?

I wonder which nobleman was put on the throne by the church? Needless to say, the one on the throne now is still a puppet, only now he has changed from a puppet of the great nobles to a puppet of the church.

“Alvin Ethan, my name is Alvin Ethan, and I am a member of the royal family of this empire, which has a five-hundred-year history.”

When asked for his full name, Prince Alvin proudly held his head high and puffed out his chest.

The onlookers around them also looked at them with flattery and respect.

Claire was starting to lose her composure. Ethan? Wasn't that her last name?

"That doesn't make sense, does it? The Church killed the previous emperor, so how can there be any royal bloodline left?"

Claire remembered that she had done a pretty clean job at the time. In the beginning, in order to prevent the nobles from supporting other puppets to take power, she had taken advantage of her other brothers and their families.

Anyway, he was a time traveler, so he didn't have any feelings for the other brothers.

So, is this pretty boy in front of me someone I missed back then? Is he a descendant of one of my brothers?

Damn it! Claire regretted her actions.

I knew that Xiao Deng would definitely be able to dodge the bombardment of the fire magic and withstand the hunger and thirst for three days and three nights, and stay in place without moving!

I should have waited a little longer. I have to say, it takes skill to nip a problem in the bud.

"What? Killed the previous emperor? My father is still alive and well, as is my grandmother, oh..." Prince Alvin suddenly realized that he understood what 'Lia' meant.

"Oh, you mean Claire, the evil god emperor who was defeated by the church a hundred years ago?"

“That person is indeed of royal blood, but the royal bloodline has not been severed.”

To emphasize his legitimate royal lineage, Prince Alvin added, "My grandmother was the second daughter born to the wife of the second brother of the evil god Claire, and thus possesses royal blood."

Huh? My second older brother? Isn't that my second brother?

Claire pondered for a few seconds, then he remembered.

"Oh, you mean that bastard? Hiss... So, you're actually the grandson of Second Brother's bastard?"

The moment he uttered those words, the surrounding atmosphere fell silent.

Chapter 7 What prince? Turns out he's just a nobody.

Bastard, this is not a derogatory term.

At least at this moment, when Claire looked at Prince Alvin and said that his grandmother was a bastard, it was not a personal attack but a statement of fact.

Everyone knows that nobles play tricks.

The royal family, however, goes even further.

Claire's second brother married the daughter of one of the three great nobles, which could be considered a political marriage.

Since it was a political marriage, there was naturally no emotional foundation.