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4.18% Voyage of the Villainess / Chapter 8: The Moren Magic Academy

Chương 8: The Moren Magic Academy

"Please, milady, wake up!" Dorris kept fussing as she tried to shake Malaya, who wouldn't even budge. This had been taking too much time for almost half an hour now.

"If you don't get up now, you'll be late! Please get up!" Dorris cried out loud.

Malaya was dreading getting out of bed. 'Who actually gives a damn about school when you already experienced it fully in your last life? Besides a young lady like her should have plenty of sleep.'

In her former life, Malaya had already accomplished all of this. She had previously completed sixteen years of schooling on Earth, in addition to four years here. Besides, she would be unable to graduate. She would be banished in less than a month. And she had just returned from her long journey of rescuing the girls and acquiring her shipbuilder.

"Please, Dorris, give me more time to sleep," Malaya muttered while hugging her pillow to make herself feel relaxed.

Then Malaya heard the door opened and closed. But, no matter what, she refused to open her eyes. 'I'm going to sleep, and no one is stopping me,' her mind sounded firm clutching her pillow more.

"Rein! Milady isn't getting out of bed." Dorries expressed her frustration.

"Seriously," Malaya stiffened as she heard her butler Rein's dreadful sigh. The cursed sigh. 'Yes, that's a curse! He always sighs as though everyone around him only understands how to bring difficulty! He was pretty much a kill delight for everyone. And nothing positive will come as a result of that sigh!'

"Ahhh!" Malaya yelled as she began to soar up and down the bed. "Ah. I'm awake now! Rein, please stop! Or I'll call you unhappy, a slacker, a sadist, a cranky old guy..."

Malaya became stiff when an ominous aura grew around Rein.

"I'll prepare Milady's uniform; see ya later!" Dorris exclaimed as she rushed out of the room.

'Oi. Why do you still need to prepare my uniform? You already prepared it the night before! Don't abandon me like this!'

Malaya wanted to scream, but that wasn't going to happen. She would be vomiting her guts out first before she could yell due to the dizziness. 'Damn all these magicians. They continued to bully me since I don't have any magic!'

"Are you fully awake now, Milady?" Rein asked.

"Yes!" said Malaya right away, her voice sounded so frantic. 'I'm so awake that my fist is itching to punch you!' Of course, Malaya only shouted in her head. With that, Rein placed her back on the bed.

'Ah, what a way to start my day.' Malaya retorted inside her mind. 'How can you treat your lady like this?'

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"Take care, Milady!" Dorris, Malaya's personal maid said. Her dark brown eyes held glee. She wore her usual made uniform consists of a dark ocean blue dress and a cerulean white waist apron. Her chocolatey brown hair braided into a single ponytail behind was adorned by a white head cap. 

Rein, Malaya's personal butler that was behind Dorris was wearing a white long sleeve suit beneath an ocean dark blue pique vest and slacks. It was a well-matched attire with his cerulean blue hair and hazel eyes.

Their servant uniform of ocean blue and white, in contrast to the usual attire for maids and butlers that was a combination of black and white, was different. This was to signify and showed everyone that they work in Marina duchy.

Both Rein and Dorris gave a short bow and remained at the dorm's entrance while their lady walked away.

"See you later." Malaya waved her right hand at them. Since the maids and butlers were only allowed at the dorms and not inside the school grounds, Malaya walked to her school alone.

The Morayana Duchy, the city of Scholars, was home to the Moren Magic Academy, a prominent academy for aristocrats, magicians, and aspiring knights. It was a two-day carriage ride from Taleba Dukedom. However, because Dorris possessed teleportation magic, it was a simple matter for Malaya to go back and forth between the two duchies. All of the students that study here live in dormitories. And they were only permitted to leave on holidays and vacations.

A large garden filled with various flowers and trees separated the dormitory from the academy. It was a lovely location where most students enjoyed picnics on weekends and during their breaks. The pathway was lined with Dahlia flower beds of various colors. Why? The academy does not prefer the Enhancers class of magicians. They merely relate it to them, stating that the academy's job, like that of the Enhancers, was to enhance their students' knowledge and skills in terms of learning.

Malaya's uniform was a combination of a short sleeve white blouse on the inside with gold lacings on the edge; outerwear of a five-button down black sweater with a light gold necktie. It was partnered with two inches above the knee checkered black skirt with golden checkered patterns; A long black sock that reached her thigh and black leather school shoes with two-inch flat heels. As for the boys, the difference would be them wearing black slacks.

A flower gold badge with four petals was attached to Malaya's left chest indicating that she was already a fourth-year student of the academy. Her long dark blue hair was pulled back into a semi-ponytail, with a few curled strays lingering in the ear.

However, something became apparent as Malaya continued to walk. Students who planned to follow her path changed their ways or slowed down so that they could not cope with her pace. As if they didn't want to encounter her.

Malaya kept her normal placid expression on her face. She had been in this institution for four years and had become accustomed to students avoiding her. And this became more severe when the Saintess studied here in their second year.

"Look it's the trash daughter of the Duke of Marina."

"I heard the crown prince doesn't bother with her anymore."

"It's only a matter of time before her engagement to him will be annulled."

Ah. Despite this, there were still some individuals who, rather than avoiding her, were chatting about her when she passed them. 'My engagement, huh? I'd be the one who will be more delighted if that were to be revoked.' Malaya's smile broadened.

"Didn't you hear how she harrassed the Saintess just because she doesn't have magic? Tsk. trash will always be trash."

'Well, not all trash is really that bad. Many trash became a brand new item and outshines the others. Maybe I am one of those shining trash since I'm so famous where ever I went to this school. I outshine most of them for being the center of attention.' Malaya chuckled inside her mind.

"Seriously, the prince deserves the saintess more than that trash."

'Ah. But it's really the same old gossips. Being famous is really difficult. People are slandering you right in front of your face. Some people's shamelessness has no boundaries. It's okay, I'm just as shameless as they are.' Malaya simply kept her usual serene smile on her face as she strolled down the hallways into her classroom. But before she could enter the door, an arm blocked her path.

"Is there something that matters, Prince Aadel?" Malaya gently inquired.

"Yes. There is! We discovered Hyun Jae's books ripped up again!" Prince Aadel's golden eyes flared with anger.

Malaya's smile remained steadfast, although her thoughts wanted to scream right now. 'Gimme a break! Why is it that the start of my day today is already brimming with drama?!'


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