Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Is grading something that warrants the principal personally calling us into his office? It must be because of your beating up of the teachers these past few days! Even though those teachers were practically begging Surtr to beat up their masochists, you still went a bit too far.

Theresis's smile froze for a moment. When ordinary people encounter such a situation, they would at least repent and admit their mistakes, if not be terrified. Theresis had never seen anyone like Surtr who openly demanded a perfect score, acting as if he would "give you a perfect score" if she didn't.

No wonder Theresa chose him; his personality is as peculiar as hers and that strange green film.

He wasn't angry; as the chairman of the committee, he still had that much composure.

"Yes, full marks. But before that, there's something I'd like to ask for your opinions on."

Surtr's mood instantly brightened upon hearing "perfect score," and he flashed a victorious expression, gesturing with his chin towards Mudrock. But then he heard Theresis's "but," and his face fell. He asked:

"What is it?"

Therese glanced at the silent Mudrock, waited a moment, and when she still didn't respond, she finally said:

Would you like to transfer to Class 1?

Class One was composed of young talents selected and recommended by various members of the Kazdel Military Council from their own royal courts. It was a true gathering of hidden talents, with every Sarkaz student considered by Theresis to be a rising star of Kazdel. This was already a well-known rumor circulating in the school, and Theresis believed that Surtr and Mudrock must have heard of it.

Tomorrow's Stars, in other words, the biggest contributors to resources, Theresis earnestly explained the benefits of joining Class One:

"Once you become students in Class One, I will arrange for current members of the Military Commission to teach you, ensuring that you receive the most formal and superior military education!"

Surtr paused, a little confused, and asked, "Committee member? Is that important? That Stone Golem teacher also said he was a committee member last time."

Therese's expression darkened, and he cursed Andros, the scoundrel, inwardly, shaking his head.

"He's no longer one; he's been removed from the committee. We'll assign a stronger teacher to provide you with better, more targeted instruction!"

"Even stronger?" Surtr was somewhat tempted. With Wayne's protection and power supply, she had long wanted to find an opportunity to test her and Leivadin's limits. But before she could speak, Mudrock asked:

"In terms of formality and prestige, how does the Commissioner compare to the Royal Military Academy Victoria?"

Mudrock is very smart. Compared to Surtr, a genius little tyrant who hardly cares about outside news, she is like a half-baked strategist. Although she only has a little knowledge, she can still make some noise.

Class One is a class composed of students recommended by the Military Council, and Theresis, besides being the principal, also holds the position of the current chairman of the Military Council. In other words, joining Class One is essentially joining Theresis's camp. Theresis and Princess Theresia have always been at odds, and if it weren't for Prince Wayne backing Princess Theresia up, Kazdel might have erupted into a civil war.

She is Princess Wayne's person. If she joins Theresis's side, wouldn't that be the same as betraying Princess Theresia and Princess Wayne?

Mudrock had no interest in thinking about things like being an undercover agent; all she knew was that betrayal was out of the question! Surtr, on the other hand, was clearly tempted, and at the crucial moment, Mudrock had no choice but to risk offending people and pull Surtr back.

When asked this question, Therese's expression changed. She glanced warily at Mudrock, considered her words carefully, and then answered:

"In terms of teaching quality alone, no one on this entire land would claim to be significantly superior to the Victoria Royal Military Academy. However, Miss Mudrock, you and Miss Surtr are both Sarkaz, and Victoria's attitude towards the Sarkaz is not as friendly as you imagine. You cannot enroll in the Royal Military Academy. Of course, even if you were to enroll, it might not necessarily be a better fit for you and your friends than we are here."

“We are all Sarkaz people, we are one, and only our fellow countrymen truly understand each other.”

“But His Highness Wayne said that those who understand you best are often not your friends, but your enemies.”

Mudstone replied in a cold voice.

Therese was suddenly struck by an unexpected name from Mudrock's mouth, and the smile on her face vanished completely.

He carefully examined Mudrock once more. Unfortunately, with the armor on, he still couldn't discern anything. He couldn't tell whether she had heard the name from somewhere and was bluffing, or whether she truly had some connection with that man, Wayne.

It seems that you are the real rival to Surtr?

But it's okay, I can take them down one by one.

Therese didn't answer Mudrock's question. Instead, she turned to Surtr, who had fallen silent due to the sudden change in atmosphere, and said:

"Miss Surtr, tell me your answer? You are an independent individual. Tell me, what do you plan to do next? Where do you want to go?"

Surtr, interrupted from his reverie (or simply daydreaming), looked up and answered crisply:

"I plan to go home (to the palace) later and have some ice cream."

Therese laughed and shook his head, saying:

"No, no, I think you've misunderstood me, Miss Surtr. What I mean is, what is the ultimate goal of us Sarkaz people in this life, what is the purpose of our existence?"

For fame and fortune, for the revival of the nation, for the rebuilding of their homeland, Theresis had countless answers, and behind each answer, he had prepared the corresponding stakes. He wasn't afraid of what Surtr would say; he was afraid of her not saying anything at all.

But Surtr didn't hesitate. She took Mudrock's hand, looked at Theresis like a kitten tired of being teased, revealing her untamed rebellious side, and pouted as she answered firmly:

"So I can go home (to the palace) later and have some ice cream."

Therese's eyes sharpened, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

PS: Adding a Python script from last night.

Having replaced the saintess of another world, Doreen felt that since she had the opportunity to come to another world, she should live a happier and freer life. However, it seemed that her identity as the saintess was not righteous.

Empress: Even if I become a puppet, I will not submit!

Holy Maiden of the Vatican: No matter how dark it is, I believe... No! The light can't get in!

Reincarnated Goddess: Don't think you can corrupt a goddess with such despicable means!

……

In short, Saint Doreen is also praising the love and care for humanity today.

National Day Extra Chapter 42: Mud Rock's School Bully Journey (The End)

Those who cannot be used by me may become my enemies.

As a skilled schemer, Therese never believed in the concept of "allies." Allies were merely enemies with shared interests, and once they gained too much, betrayal was only natural.

Leaving Surtr aside, this young girl has a straightforward personality, and might be able to be persuaded with a bit of persuasion. She's quite strong and possesses a weapon infused with fragments of a god; she could become a great general in the future. Mudrock, however, is different. Although her mask conceals her vision, her perspective is far broader than Surtr's. She realized her purpose and expressed her dissatisfaction in such an offensive way; it's practically impossible for Theresis to win her over.

Since that's the case, how about separating the two of them, killing one, and tricking the other?

Therese pondered for a moment, still somewhat bothered by the name Wayne that Mudrock had uttered.

If there's anyone in the Sarkaz's current predicament who is the most unfathomable and threatening to Therese, it's Wayne Bruce.

There is no love or hate without a reason in this world. In Theresis's view, Wayne's attitude towards the Sarkaz was a bit too good, excessively so.

As an Aslan born into the Victorian royal family, he didn't harbor any innate prejudice against the Sarkaz; his attitude was even quite friendly. This could be explained by his relationship with Theresa—perhaps his sister was charming and had influenced him in some way. Or maybe she had used some kind of Originium Arts to sabotage Wayne—Thinking this, Theresis shook his head. While he didn't agree with some of Theresa's ideas, her character was impeccable; she probably wouldn't do such a thing. If she could, he wouldn't be sitting in the chairman's seat now.

Even if that were an explanation, it would be far-fetched. Judging from Theresis's several encounters with Wayne, Wayne was by no means a fool; he wouldn't be so stupid as to choose beauty over the throne. Theresis firmly believed that Wayne, like himself, belonged to the type of person for whom women would only threaten his power as king.

As Theresis was pondering, an urgent imperial edict from Londinium arrived at the gates of Kazdel College in a limousine bearing the Victorian coat of arms of a red dragon and a lion.

Kal'tsit donned a tailored women's tailcoat suit, the cinched waist and vest making her look exceptionally smart and dashing. Standing before the academy's ornate walls and gates, Kal'tsit took a deep breath, somewhat annoyed that Wayne and Theresa had entrusted this task to her.

"Please, Kal'tsit, go pick up Surtr and Mudrock from school."

The thought of Theresa's gentle plea to her softened even Kal'tsit's hardest heart. She shook her head helplessly and muttered to herself, "Are those two little kids? Do I really need to pick them up from school?"

Surtr and Mudrock were renowned, especially within the Victorian army, for their terrifying prowess displayed during their raid on the Duke of Normandy's army in the Northern Blitzkrieg. Unfortunately, Kal'tsit was one of the participants in that battle.

Who can threaten Surtr and Mudrock? Together, they could take on anyone in the Military Council except for those old fogies. Unless Theresis intervenes personally, who has the ability to contend with the duo?

Despite saying that, Kal'tsit knew very well why Theresa and Wayne had entrusted the mission to her.

She wasn't there to pick up Surtr and Mudrock from school; she was there to snatch them away from Theresis.

Ernest has too much of a temper; if she were to pick people up, she'd probably get blown up by Theresis the Riddler within seconds, leaving both sides in a difficult situation. Winster is too senior; Wayne rarely invites him unless it's for something important. Asking her to pick up two students from school? Does she really think the Lord of the Unicorns is so lowly, some retired babysitting old lady?

Sending the High Patriarch's daughter would be somewhat pointless, since she doesn't usually interact with either of them and isn't familiar with them. She's also very busy being the mascot of the Holy Church.

In the end, this burden can only fall on my own shoulders.

Of all the heroes in the world, only Kal'tsit could rival Theresis in riddles. She debated with a group of scholars and escaped unscathed.

This could be considered a form of trust, although it made Kal'tsit feel a bit troubled.

Holding the leave certificate issued by the royal family, Kal'tsit strode into the campus and headed straight for the principal's office. She knocked very politely on the door and said:

"Theresis, I need to talk to you."

Therese, who was pondering how to keep the two of them, raised an eyebrow. How could he not recognize the source of the voice? Kal'tsit. Without her, his sister probably wouldn't have been able to hold out until today and gain the upper hand in this confrontation.

What is she doing here?

For some reason, Therese glanced at Mudrock and Surtr beside her with a vague premonition.

I always felt it was related to them.

After thinking for a moment, and deciding to get rid of this troublesome woman first, Therese said:

"Lord Kal'tsit? What a rare guest. What brings you here without my sister? ... However, I have some miscellaneous matters to attend to right now. I will arrange to meet you later. Please wait a moment."

“I am here on behalf of the Royal Military Academy of Victoria’s Board of Trustees—I have the joint signatures of Directors Ernest, Theresa, Wayne, and Canberra (Victoria’s business community).

As if she had anticipated Theresis's attitude, Kal'tsit immediately rattled off a long list of names as soon as Theresis finished speaking, and then knocked on the door again:

“I need to speak with you, Principal Theresis.”

Therese's lips twitched. Kal'tsit wasn't acting recklessly; she had come prepared.

Seems like this is serious? Therese scratched her head, noticing a few more strands had fallen out. Unable to figure it out, and pressured by the so-called "school board," she had no choice but to get up, open the door, and ask with an icy expression:

"What brings you here, Lord Kal'tsit?"

Kal'tsit turned her head and glanced inside the door, unexpectedly spotting Surtr and Mudrock. A smile played on her lips.

"His Highness Wayne is asking you for people."

She pointed to Surtr and Mudrock: "Those two."

Therese questioned him sharply, "They are my students. What if I don't give them to them? This is Kazdel, this is Kazdel Academy. Mr. Wayne, do you dare to forcibly take them?"

Kal'tsit chuckled, her expression unmoved by Theresis's threat. She nonchalantly walked past Theresis, entered the house, took Surtr and Mudrock's hands, and asked in return:

“Whether His Highness Wayne dares to forcibly seize it, I don’t know; he always has his own plans. But I know you, Theresis.”

"Do you dare not give it to me?"

Theresis's breath hitched, and she stood at the doorway with a grim expression, her eyes fixed on Kal'tsit.

After a long pause, he finally stepped aside.

怂！

Chapter 105 Young people really know how to have fun!

Theresa anxiously pushed open the door of the teahouse, and Urbino, who was acting as the guard at the door, didn't even have time to react to the Sarkaz woman who had suddenly barged in.

Theresa, still holding the communicator with Wayne, her tension was palpable. She pushed aside Urbino, who was blocking the door to the private room, ignoring the old man who had fallen hard on his backside, and rushed into the room, searching for Wayne's location.

"Mr. Bruce, what happened?"