She Is Not a Witch

On the first day of school, Jerayne had expected it to be an ordinary day, entertaining the new juniors, getting to know each other, and fostering relationships, just like in previous years. As a noble’s son, this was a basic skill he had been accustomed to since childhood.

However, from that moment on, the usually comfortable gathering made him feel restless. While he continued to converse with those around him, his eyes and thoughts kept drifting in another direction.

Who was that girl?

What was her name?

Her companions seemed to have returned. Was she leaving?

Where would she go? What year was she in? Which class was she in? What was her name?

A series of random thoughts suddenly surged up. His mind had never been so active, with various associations and questions arising endlessly, making him eager to know the answers.

But as the heir to a duke and the host of the gathering, suddenly leaving while entertaining his juniors would be too abrupt and impolite. It didn’t fit his usual style and habits.

Watching the girl and her companions slowly walk down the stairs, he finally couldn’t hold back. He suddenly stood up, causing his companions and juniors to look at him curiously.

“It’s nothing, everyone carry on. I’ll be back shortly.”

He left his seat, lightly patting a companion’s back as he passed. That companion seemed to understand, nodding slightly without drawing attention. After Jerayne left, he also slowly stood up, saying he needed to use the restroom.

Around a corner, he indeed found Jerayne waiting anxiously.

“What’s the matter, Jerayne?” This friend asked with curiosity. It was rare to see Jerayne in such a state.

“Greys, no time to explain. Follow me.”

He urged his companion to quickly follow, then led him to a balcony and pointed at four girls descending the stairs opposite them.

“Do you see those new female students? There’s one with black hair.”

“Yes, I see them,” replied Greys. After all, as supernatural beings, they all had excellent eyesight.

“Good. I want to know her name, which class she’s in, and which dormitory she’s staying in.”

“I see, I understand now.” This companion revealed a knowing smile, then looked over the Griffin-Lion heir.

“I didn’t expect you to have such moments too.”

“Good brother, I’m counting on you. And remember, keep it secret from others.” Jerayne firmly patted his companion’s shoulder.

“I get it, I get it. Who else but your vassal would do this for you? I still need to rely on you for my future, after all.” Greys made a gesture indicating no problem, then headed in that direction.

Greys was the son of the Earl of Swift Hawk. Following the tradition among great nobles, he had been sent to the Griffin-Lion Duke’s household from a young age and grown up with Jerayne. Their relationship was exceptionally close, and he was one of Jerayne’s most trusted companions. Since he had agreed, he would definitely handle it well, and there was no need to worry about him spreading the news.

Watching his companion slowly follow the girls, Jerayne finally let out a sigh of relief. He knew his friend’s capabilities; with him on the job, there should be no problem.

“Big Brother Jerayne, did something happen earlier?” Some companions asked curiously when he returned.

“Nothing much. I suddenly remembered a good ice wine and brought some for everyone.” He placed two bags of wine bottles on the table.

“How could we let you do such a thing yourself, Big Brother? You should have just said something. What are we here for otherwise?” Some companions said, and others also felt touched.

“It’s nothing, just a sudden whim,” Jerayne casually explained, his tone friendly and approachable. Compared to some decadent nobles, this Griffin-Lion heir could indeed be called exemplary. He cared for his subordinates, was righteous and valiant, and had good manners. This was why he was popular among other students at school and was the dream prince of many girls.

“By the way, Greys hasn’t returned for a while,” a companion casually mentioned after eating for a while.

“Don’t worry about that. I ran into Greys on my way back. He said he had something urgent to attend to and left early.”

“Strange, what could be so urgent that he’d dare leave such a gathering early?”

“Perhaps it’s some personal matter. Don’t worry about him. Come, let’s have another drink.”

“Alright.”

“Cheers!”

At the dining table, the new students were excited, getting completely drunk one after another, making the older students laugh and help send them back to their dormitories. Fortunately, it was still early, so even if they slept the whole night, they could wake up in the morning and make it to the opening ceremony.

On Loranhil’s side, the four of them were walking back, occasionally seeing senior students flying in the sky.

Under the azure sky, some senior students were flying rapidly, chasing each other like racecars, with occasional laughter and playful scolding.

“That’s so nice. When will I be able to learn how to fly?” Alena looked at the sky, her voice filled with envy.

“What’s so difficult about that? Haha,” Leticia took the opportunity to tease Alena again, then continued, “I can do it now.”

“Isn’t it scary to fly so high?” Nya asked softly from the side.

“At first, there might be some psychological barriers,” Loranhil recalled, as most people have a mild fear of heights.

It’s like those glass plank walks. Even though so many people have walked across them before you, and reason tells you the walkway won’t collapse and there are various safety measures, when you step on it and look down at the vast space below, you can’t help but feel weak in the knees, trembling and afraid to move.

“Nya, can you swim?” Loranhil suddenly asked.

“No, why?” As a member of the Ram-Horned tribe who grew up on the grasslands, Nya had never been in water.

“If you can swim, you can practice flying over water. That way, even if you fall, it won’t be so bad.”

“Ah, I can do that!” Alena raised her hand excitedly. Growing up on an island, swimming was practically an essential skill.

“What’s so good about swimming? Seawater is dirty,” Leticia said, seeming to recall something unpleasant.

“You must have gone to a place with too many people. The water in my hometown is very clean,” Alena stated confidently.

“I don’t believe you.”

The group chatted as they slowly reached their dormitory building. As they entered the main door, Loranhil turned back slightly, feeling a bit surprised.

“What’s wrong, Loran?” Her companions asked curiously.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go up,” Loranhil shook her head, her black hair swaying slightly, then entered the apartment building as gracefully as a gentle breeze.

Several dozen meters away from the apartment building, Greys carefully emerged from behind a tree.

Did she notice me? Probably not, I hid pretty well, he thought to himself. Then he noted down where they lived and the name Loran. The rest would be easy; he could ask some adoring junior girls to inquire about which class she was in.

Sigh, being a vassal isn’t easy. I’m the son of an earl, a future important figure, yet here I am acting like a lackey.

But the task still needs to be done, and done well. If he really helps secure the future sister-in-law, his role as matchmaker would surely be a meritorious service. Not just for him, but probably for several generations of his family, they would gain the trust and friendship of the Griffin-Lion Duke’s family.