Beta Wyatt's brows arched in blaséness. “You know what?” He threw back casually in an unbothered voice, which made me look at him.I was so stunned that I couldn't give him a response. I was already overwhelmed with the fear that Beta Wyatt knew my real identity, but it turned out that he knew nothing. Was it all about addressing me alone? “Huh?” That was the only word the speechless me could let out, and he flicked my head slightly, which made me pucker my lips in grievance.“Silly, it isn't about the title; it is the question.” He elaborated this time, which made me knit my brows. What question was he talking about?I looked up at him and asked with cluelessness, “What question?” I tilted my head and asked.Immediately I did so, I recalled his question, 'What makes Princess think she can do so?' I sighed in relief upon realizing that I was the one thinking too much and Beta Wyatt's 'princess' address was just casual.My mouth curled slightly in amusement. Did he think I wasn't capab

"Will you stop looking so intensely? You're making me make terrific errors, you two dipshits! Ugh!" An annoyed Dr. Asher yelled and angrily threw his stethoscope on the sofa.I massaged my forehead due to the building anger and distress I was feeling, all thanks to them.Right now, Asher wanted to diagnose my health, but Oswald and Wyatt kept watching us intently as if they didn't have anything to do, which seemed to be infuriating Playboy. Ahem, I mean Doctor Asher.This is over three times that Doctor Asher has thrown his tantrums because of the two instead of getting me diagnosed. Now, I can't help but fear that I'll be late for school at this rate."Will you do what you are ordered to do, or I throw you out?" Wyatt pronounced coldly with his arms crossed, which made Asher snort.I sighed in relief and gave this man, who always seems to notice whatever I'm about to say, a grateful nod.Asher suddenly banged on the table hard, which made me jump in shock. He pointed at Wyatt and me

"Or to take revenge on those who snatched things from you?"Asher stared at me with a gaze filled with suggestions that perplexed me a bit.If it weren't for the lies I told about my relatives who seized my parents' properties after their deaths, I'd have believed that Asher knew something due to some of his mysterious actions.Although I wanted to ask Asher if he knew something, I was afraid that it would present me as a guilty person, which I'm trying to avoid, so I'd rather keep quiet and not arouse any suspicion.I leaned back indifferently and snorted at him while feigning calm, "You're sly. I can't beat you." I responded, and he chuckled in amusement as a response.Asher's lips curled slightly, and he moved back. "I can teach you..."My eyes lit up upon hearing Asher's words. If Asher agrees to teach me how to fight, that means I won't have to worry about how to increase my strength and build my fighting capability.Somehow, I felt that things were getting easily within my reach

“Maia, right? You're assigned to class 9.” The secretary of the principal of the Power Axis Pack informed me while typing something on her laptop.She's a petite woman in her thirties. She's 5.4 feet tall, and she was dressed in a yellow suit and a skirt that fell below her knees. There was a large, rimmed glass on the bridge of her nose, and her black hair was packed in a messy bun.I had just completed my test. Yeah, you read that right—test.I never expected that I'd be taking a test before being assigned to school—silly me; I should've known that's how it goes.Besides, Wyatt didn't inform me I'd be taking a test before I could be admitted into school, or else I'd have read a few books after the whole skincare episode yesterday. Ugh!Thankfully, I do secretly read whenever I clean the Red Flame Pack library, or else I'll have become the first princess to fail a test in Wolf Clan history. On another note, it's good that I didn't read beforehand, or my actual level might never be kn

"Our school has now descended so low that anyone of unknown background can come in now. I bet she must have slept her way through, though. Slut." One of the female students—I mean Lorelei's followers—tauntedHer lips were curled up provocatively as if she were daring me to do my worst like I had face-slapped them in the class earlier. Dressed in a white kimono, she held her phone and continued scrolling through it; almost every second, she'd raise her head to glare at me as if I were the creator of whatever nonsense she had just read on her phone.Most of the female students, who I presume are Lorelei's followers, and I are in the dressing room.I guess they planned to overwhelm me with numbers in case I tried to face-slap them again.However, I've promised myself that there must be a limit to replying to all these cannon folders, or else my level will degrade to their level, but this time I don't have the intent of letting this one go by.I folded my arms and eyed her nonchalantly. "