From Pawn to King: Ruling a Harem of Chaos

Chapter 7: Lilith Wants to Give Her Mentor a Lifetime of Happiness

She tilted her head and picked up the phone, placing it against her ear.

"Teacher, is everything okay?"

Lilith asked with concern.

Through the receiver, she heard heavy breathing, slightly labored.

She felt puzzled and tilted her head slightly.

Is Teacher tired right now?

"Hm? What is it?"

Perhaps due to the distortion from the electronic signal, the voice sounded fleeting and soft, almost out of reach.

It was pleasant to the ear.

Lilith squinted slightly, savoring those few simple syllables.

It was almost unbelievable that her elegant and gentle mentor could make such a sound.

The contrast was striking, but it only made her want to listen more carefully and clearly.

She wanted her to speak a few more sentences, to make this call last longer.

"Teacher, about the matter of training my fiancé, what do you think?"

Her clear, melodious voice carried a hint of youthful excitement.

After all, Lilith had a slight affection for her widowed mentor.

The graceful and dignified widow exuded both purity and intellect while also invoking a sense of pity. Who could resist such a perfect combination?

Lilith certainly couldn't.

She just wanted to take action to soothe her mentor's past wounds and give her happiness in the latter half of her life!

In her mind, she couldn't help but picture a future where she and her mentor lived blissfully together.

Feeling content in her heart, and hearing her mentor's lovely voice, Lilith closed her eyes in satisfaction, envisioning a beautiful future.

Her stunning face showed a bizarre expression.

It was all for her teacher, after all!

Lilith shamelessly gave herself a noble-sounding excuse.

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On the other end.

Ella bit her lip, silently enduring, maintaining her usual dignified and graceful demeanor.

Due to her exhaustion, fine beads of sweat gathered on her nose, and her cheeks flushed.

Her fair skin, under the heat, turned a soft rosy hue, looking exceptionally beautiful.

"Yes, I understand."

Her formerly elegant and serene voice now carried a slight, tender softness, sounding very pleasant.

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At the same time.

Through the phone, Shia could faintly hear the clear voice of the girl. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift.

Watching the tense and restrained expression of the mature woman, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

This was what one would call—an endless cycle of revenge. If you don't avenge yourself, then I will. And I must do so fiercely!

Hadn't Lilith already humiliated him countless times in the narrative?

Well then, let's repay it once as a start.

It was incredibly satisfying.

Lilith, unaware of her plight, even felt proud to have an audience.

The first strike was a perfect critical hit!

On the other end of the phone, Lilith, reluctant to hang up, continued to press.

"Teacher, does this mean you've agreed?"

She still wanted to hear more of her mentor's lovely voice!

Ella furrowed her brows and closed her eyes slightly.

It was becoming a little too much to bear.

Meanwhile, Shia mischievously leaned closer to her ear and whispered.

"Aunt Ella, are you going to agree to my enrollment or not?

We're all still waiting for your answer~!"

The boy's low, playful voice slipped quietly into the ear of this proud, widowed teacher, like a gentle drizzle.

Caught between dilemmas, Ella's jade-like fingers tightened around the phone.

She gritted her teeth, her nervousness turning into a slight resentment toward Shia's audacious behavior.

But she could only endure it.

It seemed only Ella was left to suffer in this world.

"Yes, fine."

As if relieved of a burden, Ella finally agreed.

A bead of sweat slid down her slender neck.

Lilith, hearing the response she wanted, became increasingly joyful and immediately expressed her gratitude.

Shia, having received the green light for his enrollment, was just as thrilled, beaming like a child.

Ella propped herself up on the sofa with one hand, leaning back as she gazed at the ornate chandelier on the ceiling. Yet her attention remained on the "child" who had just acted spoiled.

She wanted to hang up the call, but Lilith kept talking, refusing to let her go.

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Shia, meanwhile, basked in the warmth of his victory.

It seemed the advantages of being with someone older were clear—the tolerance was unmatched!

Ella's eyes glimmered with melancholy. Her close-fitting dress now felt even tighter, making her uncomfortable.

Her annoyance with the instigator led her to place a hand on Shia's head as if she intended to teach him a lesson.

Did he really like playing the role of a child that much?

A faint blush spread across the gentle widow's face.

A cool breeze swept through, and the sudden chill brought clarity to Ella's mind.

An epiphany struck her, and she immediately hung up the phone, cutting off Lilith mid-sentence.

The hand she had placed on Shia's head pushed him away.

Their eyes met—Shia's filled with amusement and elegance, while Ella's, though misty, were sharp with a clear warning.

She was his fiancée's elder, and being teased by a younger man like this was far too shameful.

Ella felt completely drained, unable to summon any strength.

Shia seemed slightly regretful but knew when to stop.

"Well then, Aunt Ella, I'll leave the matter of my enrollment to you~. Thanks a lot."

The boy's smile was bright and sunny, betraying no hint of his earlier mischievousness.

"I understand."

Though Ella's body remained tense, she allowed herself a small sigh of relief.

At least things were back on track.

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However, the next moment, a shadow fell over her, and Ella's eyes widened.

Hadn't she warned him already?

Wasn't it supposed to be over?

What was with this kiss!?

Had he even taken her warnings seriously?

Ella wanted to resist, but her body was too weak to muster the strength.

The helplessness she felt caused her gentle face to flush red like a tomato.

Her delicate hand rested on Shia's chest in a futile attempt to push him away, resembling a mix of resistance and reluctant acceptance.

Her cheeks, which had just begun to cool, heated up once more.

No, it's not because she didn't want to resist.

Ella thought in a daze.

After expressing his gratitude through his actions, Shia finally left.

"Aunt Ella, I look forward to seeing you again at the academy."

Shia smiled, leaving this remark before stepping away completely.

Ella's mind was still spinning, and she felt a little lost.

Her eyes instinctively followed Shia's figure.

She watched as he rose from the sofa, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and turned to leave.

Before he left, Shia paused briefly by the dining room.

Between the dining room and the living room, on a small table in the entryway, sat the memorial tablet of Ella's late husband.

A bold idea suddenly flashed in Shia's mind, flickering repeatedly.

He hesitated for a moment before moving on.

The influence of the ring wasn't strong enough yet.

If he went too far, the consequences wouldn't be worth it.

Most importantly…

He wasn't a pervert!

Shia firmly believed he had never considered something like dishonoring a widow at her late husband's shrine.

Apologizing or confessing in front of the deceased? He didn't even understand such things.