Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Nevertheless, Anjaberg still seemed somewhat dishonest: "Hmph, I am now a Grand Secretary appointed by His Majesty the Emperor, shouldn't the price for hiring me be higher?"

Liu Xia couldn't help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow: "How many do you want?"

"An independent lab with dormitories! A small stable at the entrance! I want to bring the scent of spring! And..."

Anjaberg couldn't help but point at Ryusha's chest:

"You need to find me a new, powerful source of magic! One that's just as good as the old one!"

She was referring to Olivia, but this was a secret between her and Ryuka, as it was an immoral act of imprisonment, making them accomplices in a sense.

"This is a bit difficult... Maybe we should just give up..."

Ryuga feigned a troubled expression, sighed dejectedly, and seemed to give up on letting Anyaberg pass by.

"You!" Anjaberg's eyes widened, and she added angrily, "I didn't say immediately! You can take your time looking!"

She didn't expect that her words would make the students behind her laugh, as if they had seen through her little scheme.

Anjaberg immediately realized that Ryuka was teasing him, and couldn't help but make a "whoa~" face, rolling his eyes at Ryuka:

"You little rascal..."

"Anyone who's already taller than me has no right to call me 'kid'!"

Liuxia mischievously compared her height to Anyaberg's with her own, and sure enough, without realizing it, Liuxia had become a little taller than Anyaberg.

After all, among the girls, Anyaberg was relatively short. The only girls shorter than her were a few around fifteen or sixteen years old.

However, Anyaberg wasn't angry. She simply crossed her arms and gave a cold laugh: "Ha, judging maturity by height, only an idiot would have that idea."

"As for brains, I'm no less capable than you." Ryuka retorted without backing down, but her foot was stomped hard by Anyaberg's boot. However, Ryuka's constitution didn't hurt at all, and she maintained her smile.

"As for brains, I'm no less capable than you." Ryuka retorted without backing down, but her foot was stomped hard by Anyaberg's boot. However, Ryuka's constitution didn't hurt at all, and she maintained her smile.

"Hehe~"

How boring! What an inefficient and meaningless argument! Anjaberg pouted and turned to go back to the workshop. She listened as her classmates began to talk about what had happened at the church outside, while Ryuka followed closely behind her, making her heart race and leaving her feeling a little lost.

"what are you doing?"

"What are we doing?" Liu Xia blinked and followed along. The other students were also making preparations for moving to Sochi City and the hot spring resort.

"I'll help you move your things. You must have more than just luggage; some of your magical equipment must be quite heavy."

"Okay... no, that's not right! I can do it myself!"

Anjaberg first agreed, then suddenly hesitated, and regretted it, pushing Ryuka, who had followed him to the studio door, out.

This unusual behavior made Ryuuxia raise an eyebrow. He stood still, and Anjaberg's small hand was pressed against his chest. His little leather boots were kicking backward, but he couldn't move Ryuuxia at all.

"Hmm~ Could there be something shady here?"

As Ryuka chuckled wickedly, Anyaberg shuddered.

Last night... after secretly 'relieving stress', I forgot to tidy up those little props...

And today I was awakened again by the riots caused by the clergy of the Vatican.

Therefore, those little guys powered by magical crystals were still lying on their discarded underwear and socks, clearly visible as soon as they entered the room.

"Hmph, hmph, what nonsense are you talking about? It's a patented, exclusive research project... Of course, it's not something you can easily show to others..."

The red-haired girl forced a smile, trying to appear relaxed, but sweat slowly seeped from her forehead, and her gaze drifted to the side. Although her hands were on Ryuga's chest, and her head was lowered to the ground due to the effort, the shame in her heart prevented her from even looking at the boy's legs.

"Oh? Really? Then wouldn't it be nice for me to learn from you?"

Ryuka grinned mischievously and took a step forward, reaching for the doorknob of Anyaberg's room. The girl tried her best to push, even pressing her body against it, but to no avail; the boy's body and arm were as hard as steel. She could only hear the lock clicking open, like a countdown clock announcing her social demise…

"I already said it's not going to work!"

"What does it matter? Just let me in."

"Ahhh! Why is it so hard?! Waaah! Stop twisting! Don't go in!"

"It's okay~ Just let me take a quick look~ Alright~ Take your hand away~"

"What kind of conversation is this?!" Anjaberg screamed inwardly. Her studio wasn't far from the production area and the girls' dormitory; everyone was packing up, and who knew...

"Wow~ That's really bold~ Starting to flirt outside the room~"

Sure enough, several girls peeked out from around the corner, covering their mouths and looking over with mischievous smiles.

"Like a surging torrent of magic, those ferocious words propelled the magical components to fever pitch~"

"Wow~ Our department's genius girl has finally figured it out~ She's finally getting ideas beyond magic and technology in her head~"

"What is it? It's so hard to guess!"

Several girls tilted their heads and peeked out, joking and exchanging words. Although Anyaberg was only blocking Ryuka from entering, they weren't as emotionally oblivious as the red-haired girl; they had already noticed the spark between the two.

Although they knew that Ryūka was surrounded by beautiful women, he was handsome, powerful at a young age, and especially knowledgeable in magical technology. They all felt that Ryūka was the perfect match for Anyaberg.

So they looked at each other and, with a flamboyant tone that made Anjaberg blush, answered each other:

"It's a boy."

"You! You lot! Don't expect me to help you debug your errors from now on!"

There's a flaw.

Just as Anya Berg was distracted and chased away several laughing and screaming girls, Ryuka instantly opened her door.

Ruined……

An experiment went wrong, causing an explosion; formulas calculated over several days were found to have incorrect symbols; magic talent was lacking, leading to failure in deciphering spells; poverty prevented him from even drooling over the windows of magic item shops in the capital… Anjaberg recalled all the sorrows of his life and realized that nothing could compare to his current feelings…

Ah... life is so short. I still have so many challenges to overcome, haha~

Mechanically, she pulled the chains from her magical armor, slung them over the rafters, and smiled as she rested her chin on them.

But the boy wouldn't let her off so easily.

A flash of fighting spirit, and Anyaberg fell to the ground with a thud. Looking up at the ceiling, he saw the boy's wicked grin.

Ryuka held a strange little gadget in her hand, activated the magic runes inside, and it quickly began to vibrate with a buzzing sound...

"Uncle Anjaberg, this is truly an incredible 'exclusive research patent'! What is it used for?"

"Really? What about this? And this too? Oh wow~ there's this too..."

The girl sprang to her feet with a thud. Although she was an engineering student and a bit of a homebody, her military academy background meant her physical strength and reflexes were by no means lacking. With a sudden burst of power from her thighs and a sharp look in her eyes, she snatched the items from Liu Xia's hands and shoved them into the box with a thud!

"They're all for massage..."

"Really? But there's a strange smell, it doesn't seem like sweat~"

Ryuka's further provocation caused Anyaberg to suddenly squat down on the ground, clutching her head tightly and screaming as if trying to escape the world:

"Enough! Stop talking! Ahhh!!"

Ah, did I go a little too far...?

Ryuka looked somewhat awkwardly at Anyaberg squatting down with her back to her. The hem of her shirt revealed a section of her snow-white waist, the indentation in the center of her waist was energetic and alluring, and her pert buttocks, tightly wrapped in cargo shorts, sat on the heels of her boots. Her youthful thighs revealed a glimpse of fair skin through the gap between her wool socks and shorts.

Clothes were scattered around the room, and the girl's clothes, worn only once and then tossed aside to be washed, emitted a faint body odor. Coupled with this ambiguous scene, Ryuka felt an overwhelming urge to push Anyaberg down.

Perhaps.

Or maybe it won't work.

When it comes to ordinary girls around him, before they express their feelings, Liuxia always finds it difficult to have a possessive desire, always afraid of hurting them in the future.

The dramatic changes that occurred in Linhu Town today, Atina's departure, and what would happen next all weighed heavily on his mind. Perhaps that's why Ryusha deliberately bullied Anyaberg to escape his inner tension.

Hearing Anyaberg begin to sob softly, Ryusha had no choice but to squat down beside her and whisper:

"I'm sorry... I went too far. I lost my mind. You can hit me if you want."

Anjaberg shuddered, and half of her face, filled with shame, grievance, and anger, emerged from her arms, her eyelashes wet with tears and the tip of her nose bright red.

She looked at Ryūka and asked in a firm tone:

"I'm so annoying, aren't I..."

Ryuka blinked: "Why do you say that?"

"Not cute, doesn't know how to dress, has a bad temper, doesn't think about anything but magical engineering, her room is a mess, her clothes are still from last week and haven't been washed, and she even uses this kind of thing..."

Anjaberg's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke, and he chuckled self-deprecatingly in a dejected manner.

"Anyway, compared to Miss Kania and Senior Hetia, she has absolutely no womanly charm... she only smells of magic crystal powder and grease..."

Liuxia looked at the girl's self-pitying expression and stared at her intently.

What is this guy saying? He's cute enough as it is.

"I quite like it."

The boy spoke frankly.

"Hey?"

“I said, I really like Anyaberg, even though it sounds like a jerk. But you are smart, cute, energetic, persistent, and very dedicated to your work.”

As the girl watched Ryuga speak so calmly and earnestly, her heart pounded. She tried to breathe deeply, her chest heaving and trembling, but she dared not breathe out loudly.

"No matter what, no man would dislike a girl who is cute, has her own career, and is a little bit naive. That's right, it's you, and the man is me."

Ryuka pointed at Anyaberg, then at himself. He tried his best to avoid revealing his feelings, not wanting to think about the stories he had shared with Anyaberg, and just stubbornly insisted on the reason that "you are cute, that's why I like you."

He wanted to curse himself in his heart for being so clumsy at this moment, wondering where his usual assertiveness and domineering nature had gone.

But there was no way around it; at this moment, Ryuka had accepted that he still had the side of a sixteen-year-old boy. But after a moment of silence, he emphasized it again with his last bit of spirit.

"I like it..."

Then Ryuka slowly stood up, his face gloomy as he mocked himself, "I really am a scumbag..."

Anjaberg looked up at Ryusha, wiped away her tears, sniffed, and stood up to ask:

"Is it about Atina?"

Ryusha nodded: "I'll make the Vatican pay."

"Is that so..."

Anja Berg looked at Ryusha, and for some reason, she leaned closer, her shoe tip gently lifting, and lightly pecked the boy's cheek with her lips.

Feeling the warmth and the girl's breath on her cheek, Ryuka turned her head in surprise and saw Anyaberg's eyes were red, but she had regained her previous spirits.

However, compared to the naive and energetic girl she had when they first met, the girl now had a more mature look on her face.

"Not now, I'd feel guilty towards Atina, she was completely fooled by you too."

Anjaberg glanced away and muttered to himself as if talking to himself.

Not now?

What does that mean?

Ryuka was somewhat surprised that she spoke so boldly and directly; perhaps this was the efficient way Anjaberg believed in.

"So, we'll bring her back together. You'll be in charge of teaching those people from the Vatican a lesson, and I'll be in charge of accelerating the development of magical artifacts to break the seals on the heretical ruins. Four months... no! Three months will be enough!"

"So, we'll bring her back together. You'll be in charge of teaching those people from the Vatican a lesson, and I'll be in charge of accelerating the development of magical artifacts to break the seals on the heretical ruins. Four months... no! Three months will be enough!"

Anjaberg stood with her hands on her hips and spoke forcefully, but the blush on her face could not hide the panic in her heart.

But when Anjaberg thought about how this damn brat had a whole bunch of girls taking turns serving him besides himself, he felt that what he had just said was a bit of a loss.

As if possessed, she couldn't help but say:

"Although the formal dual-person research hasn't been fully prepared and debugged yet, you have an obligation to provide informal stress relief services to the lead researcher during this period! That's right! Just like that! Of course, not now, not today!"

As he said these words, Anjaberg's heart pounded, and he felt a mix of shame and excitement.

What could have made me, someone so intelligent, utter such thoughtless words?

From a biological perspective, this is probably sexual repression...

Hearing that Ryuka beside her didn't react, Anyaberg couldn't help but panic. She forced herself to remain calm and raised her head to ask:

"What! You disagree?"

Under her gaze, Ryuka tilted her head slightly and asked blankly:

"Regarding the 'service' you mentioned, may I be allowed to test your 'exclusive scientific research patent'?"