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

Right now, under the desk.

Shining grabbed Mostima's blue hair, and Mostima grabbed her silver hair. Their heads collided, and their four demon horns met.

"Assassin, so you were hiding here! Now let's see where you run!"

"Don't think I'm afraid of you. At this close range, you can't even draw your sword! Don't push, you're stepping on me!"

"You deserve it, assassin!"

----------------

Chapter Sixteen: Petting a Lion Also Counts as Petting a Cat

Theresa gently placed the beautifully presented blueberry cake on the table, took a chair from the corner of the study room, placed it directly opposite the desk, and sat down opposite Wayne.

She rested her chin on her hands, a warm smile on her face like the ever-shining spring sun, and gazed quietly at Wayne's face for a long while before softly saying:

"Relax and enjoy your meal. It's afternoon tea time now, so you can relax a bit. Her Majesty Vina won't know that there's a piece of cake missing from the kitchen."

She glanced at Wayne's somewhat hesitant expression and smiled calmly:

“Any story needs time to be conceived. Reading without taking breaks and thinking will only make your thinking gradually rigid. I’m looking forward to Mr. Bruce telling me a new fairy tale. After the little match girl gets the help of the sword in the stone and defeats the evil queen, will she face Gargamel, the mastermind behind it all?”

Wayne's lips twitched. He thought to himself that when he made up this story, the little match girl would eventually transform into light in order to protect the glass slipper, pulling out a match (a special edition of the Sparkler).

But that thing was both incredibly exciting and... well, let's just say it was okay to type it out to the online friend "Goodnight," but if he were to dictate it to Theresa in real life... well, let's just leave him alone.

People who spend all day surfing the internet and posting "I'm useless" memes with thumbs-up emojis wouldn't dare to openly declare on the street that they're paratroopers. Those who can shout about encountering another world and enjoying delicious food are, in Wayne's opinion, heroes; those who can openly admit their fetish (anime/manga romance) to their parents are even more heroic.

Raising an eyebrow with a subtle chuckle, Wayne wisely avoided responding to Theresa's words and instead changed the subject, asking:

"Goodnight... Theresa, what brings you here? Vina always asks you to have afternoon tea every day, right?"

He gestured with his lips towards the area under his table, giving a meaningful look.

As if on cue, Theresa noticed Wayne's strange expression, blinked in confusion, and replied:

“I came to Victoria for Mr. Bruce, not for Her Majesty the Queen or afternoon tea. How can I neglect you to spend time with my sister-in-law?”

He then activated his Originium Arts.

A familiar warmth emanated from Wayne once again. For Theresa, pure emotions were like clear water and a gentle breeze, bringing her inner peace and warmth. Wayne's emotional flow was particularly unique. If other people's emotions were like a gentle stream, then Wayne's emotions were like a turbulent ocean. Theresa dared not activate Originium Arts in front of Wayne for long, because if she relaxed even slightly, she could easily become immersed in the emotions he conveyed, ultimately turning into a tragicomedy of a fish drowning in water.

To put it in colloquial terms outside of Kal'tsit's writing style, if she absorbs too much, she'll easily become bloated and overwhelmed, eventually turning into a useless person who can't think of anything except absorbing emotions from Wayne.

To her, Wayne was like a poppy, beautiful yet deadly. And like a cat, she could never resist the urge to sniff it.

They're both felines, which makes perfect sense!

Why isn't my poor Kal'tsit this cute?

Unable to resist taking a deep breath of the male lion's aura, Theresa realized that Wayne's aura was not pure today.

It wasn't that Wayne's emotions "went astray" (went astray); the tension and anger mixed in Wayne's emotions came from somewhere else.

Theresa lowered her head in confusion, looked at the desk, and tilted her head at Wayne.

Wayne nodded, indicating that Theresa had come to the right person.

"Is someone down there?"

A voice suddenly rang in Wayne's mind, startling the golden-haired youth Aslan so much that he almost performed a "peacock spreading its tail" for Theresa as if he had touched a static electricity ball.

"It's me! Just a little trick from Originium Arts."

Theresa didn't speak, but her voice entered Wayne's mind, tinged with worry:

Did I scare you?

"To be honest, a little."

Wayne snapped out of his reverie and said calmly,

"Could you please give me a heads-up next time you're talking in my head?"

"Then... Mr. Bruce, may I come in?"

"Damn, you'd better not say hello. It's fine as it is."

The technique of this telepathic Originium Arts was quite simple, and Wayne easily learned and mastered it, while also feeling somewhat moved. Theresa's "Demon Lord" Originium Arts were far more sophisticated than Amiya's later, at only 14 years old. Amiya could only use Originium Arts to soothe the mental fluctuations in others' minds (such as soothing Rosemary and Jessica in the story), but Theresa could go further, directly transmitting information into others' minds. If she wanted, this method of applying magic that reached the mind directly, with its subtle and powerful hypnotic abilities, could have been used to manipulate the royal court and her subordinates. However, it was clear that the kind-hearted Theresa only used this invention for private communication with Wayne.

Who's next?

Theresa's "voice" carried a hint of dissatisfaction and questioning, as if the combination of cake, desk, and person under the desk gave her a strange sense of déjà vu and psychological discomfort.

Wayne didn't hide anything and directly "answered":

"The Shining, and Mostima."

Since there's no need to speak up now, and Mostima and Shining don't have any special Originium Arts like Theresa's psychological ones that could prevent misunderstandings, they might as well have said it.

“Mostima is a Lateran, the Pope’s secret envoy. She sneaked into the palace to see me, but Shining discovered her and chased her all the way here.”

“Then why are they…” Theresa said, gesturing with her chin toward the desk, “in a place like this?”

"That's a long story, but don't worry, neither of them poses a threat to me. My situation with Lateran is rather complicated, but to put it simply, Peter the X is currently actively sending me money. And if nothing unexpected happens, there will be even more in the future." Wayne

"Hmm?" Theresa tilted her head in confusion, looking quite adorable. "Why? Come to think of it, it was the Laterans who proposed the marriage alliance to my brother this time. The information they provided is that you are their puppet?"

"Do you believe it?" Wayne countered.

"I believe."

"Ok?"

“I believe you are not.” Theresa smiled slightly. “Mr. Bruce’s body is not anyone’s puppet.”

Wayne frowned: "And the heart?"

Theresa didn't answer. She put down the silver fork in her hand, silently licked her lips, and rolled the cream from the corner of her lips into her mouth.

Wayne then realized that Theresa was not an "angel." Although she was more "angelic" than the Sarkaz, her race was the true "demon" Sarkaz.

So here's the question: Since the Sarkaz contain Bloodlords and Wendigos, are there any other creatures we'd like to see...?

Ahem, we've gone off on a tangent.

Wayne, blushing slightly, turned his head away, avoiding Theresa's somewhat aggressive gaze. Noticing Wayne's movement, Theresa was also startled and quickly deactivated her Originium Arts.

—Telepathic communication requires the absorption and transmission of emotions through Originium Arts, which is why she hadn't stopped the effects of Originium Arts. As a result, she unconsciously got "high" from "sucking the big cat" and actually did something strange that she would never normally do.

What a blunder, Theresa! Luckily, Mr. Bruce only turned his head to the side and wasn't angry. Be careful next time!

But now, how do we deal with these two?

Theresa and Wayne exchanged a glance and shrugged in unison.

"Shall I do it?"

Theresa whispered in Wayne's ear,

"You go stand over there by the door."

Wayne nodded, then suddenly remembered something and added:

"Mostima has the ability to stop time, so you might not be able to catch her under normal circumstances. You'll have to find a way."

Theresa nodded, gave a thumbs-up, and made a "I can do it" gesture. After Wayne walked to the door, she suddenly squatted down and blocked the exit under the desk with her body.

Wayne's eyelids twitched, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Surprisingly, that actually works. Mostima's time stop is very short. As long as you take precautions and block the exit, she can't really cosplay as a vampire and manually move Theresa aside. Besides, Wayne is watching from the sidelines.

So, the two people who were engaged in the Caprini family's (sheep's) traditional "horn fight" activity under the desk looked at the figure that suddenly appeared and blocked the sunlight.

Hello everyone!

Theresa extended her right hand and waved.

"The Lock of Time!"

Mostima reacted immediately and was about to make a move when Theresa, who already knew Mostima's abilities and was prepared, had a ring on the index finger of her outstretched right hand that emitted a scarlet light.

Mental shock.

The spell was simple, yet remarkably effective against sorcerers like Mostima.

Mostima's pupils dizzy, her head buzzing, her Originium Arts abruptly interrupted. The next second, Theresa leaned in and, taking advantage of Mostima's dazed state, snatched the black key and white key from her hand.

"nailed it."

Holding the weapon in her hand, Theresa smiled easily and was just about to get up to show it off to Wayne when Wayne's anxious voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness, came from outside the table.

"Vina, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class right now?"

"I came to see if you've been slacking off."

Vina pushed open the door, speaking as she glanced around the study room, finally fixing her suspicious gaze on the half-eaten cake and two glasses of juice on the table.

"While you're at it, could you tell me where Teacher Theresa is? Is she with you?"

As Vina spoke, she walked over to the desk, her head resting on Wayne's shoulder.

Chapter Seventeen Wayne: Please turn on your microphone to communicate!

"elder brother."

Vina smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Is Teacher Theresa here with you?"

"No."

Wayne immediately denied it, glancing at the desk with some concern.

What's the structure of this table? Is there really that much space underneath? There are already three people crammed in, and no one's showing. Or are women really like cats, soft-bodied creatures that can squeeze into any opening?

No, that's a rumor. I am a feline, and I know that if I shrink in, I'll be kicked out the next second.

Although it might not be because there wasn't enough room...