Your notoriety is known to everyone.

Time flows.

The evening sky was covered with a layer of orange-yellow veil, and the afterglow of the setting sun was faintly visible through the sparse clouds.

The wind blows over St. Herte, and everything on campus looks like a watercolor painting drawn with soft strokes, slowly exuding a peaceful atmosphere.

Montroy stopped not far from Rogers's cabin, his feminine face full of confusion. He heard that Rogers had won the position of chief, so he wanted to come and celebrate this glorious moment with him.

But last time Rogers specifically mentioned that he would have to wait for an invitation before visiting again.

Coupled with the resistance shown by Rogers before their farewell, Montroy was a little unsure about what to do.

"Lord Sterlington? What are you doing standing here?"

The clear and beautiful voice instantly pulled Montroy back from his troubled thoughts. He turned around suddenly and saw a white-haired girl standing behind him.

The other person was wearing a simple and elegant dress, the hem of which flowed down to her ankles, and she exuded a cool and aloof aura that kept strangers away.

Especially those indifferent amber eyes, which further strengthened this impression.

"What are you looking at?" Montroy's long eyebrows slightly frowned, and his face gradually became gloomy.

He didn't know much about the girl in front of him. He only knew that her name was Elena Devin and that she would always follow Rogers.

At this time, Elina was carrying a basket woven from thin bamboo in her arms, and the things in the basket were covered tightly with a white cloth.

Montroy's nostrils twitched slightly, and he smelled the aroma of pastries and fruits. He guessed that this should be the dinner that Rogers asked Elena to bring.

And Elena's eyes made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had many important secrets that were being uncovered and examined by Elena one by one.

Moreover, the other party was able to come behind him without his noticing, which also made him very surprised and alert.

"I'm looking at you, Your Excellency. Can't you even understand this kind of thing?" Elina's tone was calm and indifferent, but the words that flowed from her mouth were full of extreme sarcasm.

"If you don't take your eyes away, believe it or not, I will dig them out." Montroy's voice became sharp and suppressed, and even sounded a little indistinguishable between a man and a woman.

His spiritual sense kept jumping and sending out reminders, and if the other party continued to see it, it would definitely affect the execution of many of his plans.

"Then, could I ask you to get out of the way?"

Before Montroy could respond, a strong wind suddenly blew up and pushed him aside. Elena walked straight to the door that he dared not approach without looking around, and pushed it open skillfully.

"Damn you, you slut! I swear I will dig out your eyes! Definitely!" Montroy rubbed his lips hard with his teeth, staring at Elena with a look of jealousy and resentment as she disappeared behind the wooden house.

But then his expression changed again, shyness suddenly appeared on his face, like a shy flower about to bloom, his slightly drooped eyelids blocked his flickering gaze, as if he was trying his best to suppress the emotion that was about to be suppressed.

A voice like a murmur continued to utter from his mouth:

"When I am with the Saint Son, I will ask him to turn this lowly maid into a magic tool. As long as he agrees to my request, then it will be reasonable for him to ask me to do something excessive...

"Ah~ Lord Saint~ I wish time would pass faster, so I can..."

Montroy clutched his arms tightly, his face turned as red as a ripe apple, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

After going crazy for a while, he turned around and left reluctantly, dragging his somewhat weak body.

……

Rogers was sitting cross-legged on the soft sofa, holding a book titled "Succubus Research: Their 100 Unspeakable Secrets" and reading it carefully.

After Elina walked into the living room, he complained without even looking up: "Isn't knocking on the door part of the Devin family's etiquette?"

"You can't bother the Saint anymore and instead focus on these monsters. It seems that your nature is even more filthy than I expected."

Elina did not answer the question directly, but looked at the book in Rogers's hand with a frown on her face, her words full of disgust.

"So you came here alone just to trick me? You know very well that these tricks are of no use to me." Rogers shrugged and sighed, feeling helpless about this spirit of perseverance.

"Oh, you even want to avoid the contempt of others. Earl Bray must be very worried about your cowardice that is deep in your bones."

Elina took off the cloth covering the bamboo basket, took out the plates containing cakes and fruits and arranged them, and finally took out a wine bottle that looked quite old.

After putting the food in order, she sat down one body length away from Rogers, brushing her skirt and reminding him seriously, "The guy outside the door is very dangerous. It's not a good thing to get entangled with him."

Rogers' fingers paused as he turned the page. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Elena, a thoughtful look on his brows.

Elina used the word "entangled". Could it be that Montroy's background is not just as shown in the plot text?

When he saw that Elina stopped talking, he realized that she would not be able to provide more valuable information, so he thanked her in the same serious manner and continued to read the book with his head down.

Then silence slowly spread between the two of them, but they didn't feel awkward at all.

Elina took off her shoes without any manners and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

She chewed the pastry carefully in small bites, occasionally throwing a piece to Rogers, who would take it into his mouth accurately every time.

This is the tacit understanding they developed in the Observatory Tower.

Until the sky gradually darkened, Rogers raised his hand to rub his sore eyes, and Elina spoke again:

"Now the news of you and the Saint becoming the chief together has spread throughout Saint Herta. The freshmen in our class have given you a bad name for this matter - the Little Devil of Hilmi Hall.

“Because you have the talent to oppose the Saint, and you also issued such a ridiculous resource allocation rule.

“You know, other colleges have never had to turn in private credits and have to be ranked.

"Many people are joking about how the first-year Hilmi Academy has been tragically split into the Saint's Academy and the Demon King's Academy."

Rogers placed the book on the long table in front of him, with a playful smile on his face: "This is quite interesting."

He had long since forgotten about fame.

Besides, having a bad reputation is not necessarily a bad thing. In some cases, a bad reputation can also bring some convenience.

"Professor Idrul must be very confused today, confused as to why you have already figured out what the Chief should do before even having a duel with the Saint.

"To be honest, I'm also very curious. Why do you think the Saint has the possibility of defeat? She is a Saint who is high above and blessed by the world, not that loser Caspar."

As Elina spoke, she reached out and picked up the old wine bottle, clumsily pulled out the cork with brute force, then tilted the bottle and poured the bright red wine into the two square glasses she brought.

Rogers looked at Elina in confusion. She should be sober at the moment, why would she ask him such a confused question? And why did she bring wine with her?

After he confirmed that Elina was indeed awake, he pinched his chin with his hand and responded after careful consideration: "My existence is the reason for the Saint's defeat."

People in this world are too superstitious about the saint's omnipotent aura. Alice is a saint, but she is just a little girl.

The terrifying thing about the Saint is that she can continuously obtain special privileges as her strength increases, and her extremely terrifying growth potential.

All in all, the saint still needs to develop and grow.

I'm afraid Rogers knows more about Alice's growth than Alice herself.

In addition, he would not be blinded by the so-called halo of the saint at all, so he would not be timid and would be able to think about strategies to break the deadlock in a normal way.

"How cunning." Elina chuckled and handed Rogers a glass of wine: "This bottle of wine has been treasured by my father for many years. Before meeting you, he asked me to give it to the Brad family as a gift.

"But I thought you weren't going to see me, so I didn't bring it with me that day."

"One lie requires more lies to cover it up. I am a person who fears trouble, so I never lie. How can a good young man with such honest character be considered cunning?" Rogers took the wine glass, and the aroma of the wine invaded his nose.

He opened his mouth and took a sip. The sweet liquid slid gently into his mouth and quietly touched his taste buds. The complex interweaving of fruity aroma and spices made him take another big gulp.

The melodious and clear fruit flavor spread out on the tip of his tongue, as if blending with his breath. The wonderful taste that kept echoing made him sigh that this was indeed a fine wine.

"Half a truth is often a big lie."

Elina sneered disdainfully, refilled her glass, lowered her eyes to look at the wine whose color could not be seen in the dim light, and continued with a sigh:

"But I understand why you did this, because the remaining half of the truth is something that you absolutely cannot say, right? Although it may sound a bit arrogant, I can understand your feelings to some extent.

"The special gift I had since I was a child has caused me to encounter this situation many times. As a child, I couldn't control the activation of the special gift, and from time to time I would see many futures that I didn't want to see.

"One thing I learned at a very young age from those terrible experiences was never to tell the truth, never to let anyone know what I was capable of.

"But it brings much more than that. As I get older, the frequency of special effects is increasing, making my daily performance seem like a weirdo in the eyes of others.

"If it weren't for this, my father, who loves me, would never allow me to marry you, who has such a bad reputation..."

Rogers listened quietly to the girl's story and complaints, and then filled his own glass.

Even though she is now able to control the precognitive bonus, Elina can still be called a "weird guy".

Because she was too precocious and her forced maturity made her out of tune with her peers, and due to her status, it was impossible for her to have much communication with people older than her.

Compared to everyone else, Rogers is the only friend she can get in touch with and with whom she can have a "normal relationship", and he is also the only one who knows about the existence of her precognitive privilege.

Coincidentally, Elina also knew Rogers' secret, and the existence of the contract was enough for both parties to gain the most basic trust.

So naturally, Rogers became the only person to whom Elena dared to confide her complaints.

"If it weren't for Lufia's appearance, she would have wanted to tell me these things that had been suppressed for a long time ago without restraint..."

This time, Rogers did not take the opportunity to answer the questions in Elena's endless speech, but chose to silently accompany her to drink glass after glass of sweet wine.

"Don't you feel tired?" Elina exhaled a breath of alcohol and looked directly into Rogers' face. The pure curiosity in her eyes seemed to bring Rogers back to the moment when they first met.

“Usually you are either recalling, thinking, or observing something that others cannot know.

“Also, the same goes for your life state, either you are preparing for a plan, or you are doing something.

"It was like this in Breed County, and it's still like this after I came to Saint Hert."

Rogers was stunned when he heard this. He could suddenly feel the pulsation of his heart clearly, as if it was responding to these words spontaneously.

Elina was not as arrogant as she thought she was, but she could really understand his situation.

Ever since he realized the situation he was in, all his decisions had become as close to perfect as possible, and his thinking seemed to have become infected with mysophobia.

In addition to continuing this world and ensuring survival, what Rogers desires most is power, enough power to bring him absolute security.

After all, this is a magical place where one can realize “great power belongs to oneself”.

Just as Nietzsche said: There is no God in the world. If there is, how can I bear not being God!

For this desire that was deeply rooted in his heart, Rogers began to squeeze himself desperately, to the point where he had no consciousness...

"It's amazing that you would have such an expression."

Elina lay down on the back of the sofa with her lips slightly curled up, her snow-white and smooth hair spread out. At this moment, a soft blush appeared on her pretty cheeks, and her eyes became slightly hazy.

"Does your waist still hurt?"

When Rogers heard the girl's gentle question, he casually replied, "Oh, I don't like belated kindness."

"I also hate hypocrisy anytime and anywhere." Elina's brows relaxed, her eyes slowly closed, and she commented with a hint of sarcasm: "So our compatibility is really bad..."

"Well, that's true, but your alcohol tolerance may be a little worse." Rogers nodded in agreement.

He saw the moonlight outside the window gently covering Elena's body like silk threads of silver gauze. Her breathing became even, and her delicate lips slightly opened, as if she was constantly whispering.

"Hey! You didn't really fall asleep? Aren't you going home?"

Rogers tried to reach out and wake Elena up, but a feeling of dizziness suddenly rushed into his mind, causing him to fall forward uncontrollably.

"No, the aftereffect of this wine? It's so intoxicating..."

Before he could finish his muttering, the boy fell completely into the girl's arms.

Chapter 34: It's Clearly a Friendship Between Three People

In the early morning, the gray-blue sky was covered with a layer of messy clouds, and there was no trace of sunshine.

A hazy fog filled the campus, blurring the outlines of trees and buildings, making everything seem unreal and blurry.

Carrying two bundles of textbooks and two sets of school uniforms, Lufia knocked on the door of Rogers's wooden cabin.

The knocking stopped for a long time, and seeing that no one came to open the door, she thought of the mission she was carrying, so she had to say "excuse me" and pushed open the door without permission.

The moment the door opened, a long-lasting aroma of alcohol wafted into her face, choking her and causing her nose to wrinkle.

Then, the scene on the sofa in the living room caught her eye, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Elina's hair spread on the back of the sofa, her blushing face was slightly tilted towards her shoulders, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Rogers rested his head on Elena's legs, frowning from time to time, as if trying to remind himself to wake up quickly and complete some unfinished business.

Lufia stood still for a moment, then tiptoed to the two of them and placed the school uniform and textbooks steadily on the long table in front of the sofa without making much noise.

She first looked at the fruits and cakes that had not been eaten yet on the table, then stared at the wine bottle for a long time, and then shifted her gaze to her two good friends.

Elina's hand was on Rogers' head, and she would occasionally unconsciously play with his soft silver hair.

Seeing such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, somehow, a sour feeling suddenly surged to Lufia's nose, making her feel very lost, and at the same time she couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

It was obvious that in the past, the three of them were always inseparable and always played games together.

Whether eating, drinking or playing, everyone knows each other and no one is ever left behind.