When the girls finally returned to the dormitory, Rosen greeted them at the door.

"I heard the good news. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Rosen. ”

"Thanks, Rory. ”

"Thank you, sir. ”

Rosen scoffed at Yue's intimacy.

"That's it—Gwen, the Headmaster wants to see you. Can you go over now? It's urgent. ”

"Oh?" Gwen's chest tensed ominously. "Do you know what's going on?"

"Nope. ”

"Okay, then I'd better go. ”

"Do you want us to go along?"

"No, she was right. ”

Gwen waved goodbye to her peers and went to campus a block away.

The afternoon sun diffuses over the horizon and skims the ultramarine Sydney sky. Despite the chirping of the cicadas, Gwen felt goosebumps on her skin.

This meeting does not bode well. Gwen thought to herself. She has learned to trust her feelings in her past life, and it has rarely been proven wrong.

After Gwen knocked, the door to the principal's office yawned and called him in.

An overdose of Chanel No. 5 flooded her sense of smell.

Oh, oh, oh... No, no, no! Her body was already doing a Pavlovian override. Every strand of hair grew on Gwen's head, and the lead on her arms and legs grew thicker. For a moment, Gwen considered the possibility of escaping and never came back.

"Please come in, Miss Song," the headmaster said in an unfriendly voice.

Gwen opened the door all the way to see her mother's bushy mascara eyes, blinking in the way Helena was used to going too far.

"Hello, Mom. It was not easy for her to grit her teeth and squeeze out a greeting, forcing a smile on her face, which was difficult to see.

Her mother ostentatiously turned around and writhed in her leather chair like a midday TV show. Soon, Gwen could feel the heat on her face rise and her heart beat faster.

Oh my God, what does her mom wear?!

Helena wore a cream-colored dress that almost stuck to her outrageous body. Her cleavage was so exaggerated that it almost exploded, curbing from their misfortune, threatening to leak with every move. She briefly recalled that her mother had called it "the tension of the moment" and later laughed at her "poor" daughter as "incompetent".

Headmaster Bartlett looked like he had been spit on by her mother for an hour or so, his face a mask of fake sympathy, barely lifeless.

Helena rose from her seat, her muscular legs stretching the fabric to the limit.

Her mother leaned over to kiss her. Gwen's spine flexes mechanically, almost reflexively to satisfy her, an apt metaphor for her current condition.

The corpse was still a gift from Gwen Sr.'s mother, Gwen thought to herself: a volatile mixture of dopamine and adrenaline that fueled what could have been Stockholm syndrome.

The pecking scar on his cheek made Headmaster Bartlett feel uncomfortable at once, and his haggard smile disappeared completely.

Her mother revered Gwen.

"Scruffy and ugly," Helena announced suddenly, and Gwen felt her mind go blank.

It was as if she was watching the whole thing unfold from a glass cage, where her conscious mind tried to smash the glass in order to regain control of her rebellious body.

Her mother's hand moved over Gwen's uniform, straightening her blouse and tugging the hem into her skirt, which was an inch higher to reveal Gwen's more long legs. She flipped over a wayward collar that had been rolled up earlier, pulled the tie tightly, and deftly reknotted it to form a perfect bow tie. Gwen's shoes weren't enough to polish, but there was nothing Helena could do about it now.

Helena admires her work.

Helena said, "I'm sorry you had to put up with such a lazy student. ”。

"Good. Very good......" Bartlett waved his hand disdainfully.

Helena sat back in her seat. Gwen stiffened beside her.

I had to get out of here before the corpse was hysterical. Gwen thought to herself, her legs a little tense and almost overwhelmed. However, despite her willingness, her body refused to move.

"Well, Gwen, dear......" her mother muttered. She loves her sex long and sexy. "Why didn't you notify me?"

Her tongue was entangled in barbed wire.

"Tell me you're a rare, marvelous quasi-elementalist, huh?" her mother's voice took on a higher pitch, "said one of the best students in the school, your headmaster

"Mommy ......" Gwen has a lot to explain, but she is so engrossed in trying to suppress the flow of tears. Behind her throat was a taut mass of muscles. "I ...... Belch...... I...... Want to ......"

Oh, for fuck sake!

"Now, Mrs. Wong. "Bartlett is trying to regain control. Now it goes without saying that his student doesn't want to be with her mother. "I'm sure Gwen has her reasons, but before you challenge her decision, I remind you that this tower guarantees that any attendant has the right to live and study independently of his family. ”

Bartlett's words made Helena's eyes narrow, making her iris look like a tiger chick staring at a daring prey. The smoky makeup gives her eyes a green color, making them look much more intimidating than usual.

Helena's words made Bartlett sweat: "I hardly want to go against Gwen's decision. ”。 "That's why I'm here in person. ”

"Oh?"

She turned again, looking a little dangerous, and pulled a handbag from the floor. She pulled out what looked like a letter from inside. The envelope is trimmed with gold and decorated with a crown on the front. Bartlett frowned, realizing why the damn woman had appeared in front of him in person.

"Lilith Women's College. He was out of breath and looked depressed.

"Yes, I see you recognize the badge," her mother chanted.

She opened the envelope, took out a three-fold letter on thick fragrant paper, and began to read it aloud in her hoarse voice.

"We sincerely invite Helena Wong's daughter Song Wenshu and Wong Maggi's eldest granddaughter Maggie Song, Maggie Wong, a senior magician, to study at the university until graduation......"

Helena stopped reading.

"You know what that means," she roasted Bartlett in an indisputably factual tone.

"What...... What do you mean?, Gwen asked weakly beside them.

"That means ......," Bartlett's voice softened, "it means that I suggest you withdraw from our school so you can start attending Lilith Girls' Academy in February." ”

"Why?" Now, Gwen began to feel a real panic. Leaving school? Things escalated far beyond her imagination.

Bartlett seems to have been crucified by his conscience.

"Gwen is one of the best facilities in Sydney, Australia. The most gifted mentor. We can't start providing an endless supply of resources......"

"I don't care......" Gwen muttered.

"Don't be so angry child," her mother scolded her.

Helena pinched her.

That bitch pinched her!

Gwen was stunned, but her body was paralyzed by the frog being stung by a hissing snake.

"Of course it's important. ”

"Gwen, I'm not forcing you to make a decision," Bartlett continued. "But as your educators, it is my duty to tell you that this is a turning point. ”

"Gwen ......," Bartlett continued. "If you graduate from Lilith, you are exempt from military service. What's more, you're guaranteed to go to college. If you graduate with honors, you can be sent to a first-class city! You can live your adult life in London, New York or Shanghai!"

Exemption from military service?go to the capital?

It was something her friends had never seriously considered. There are three inevitabilities of living in a second-tier city for human beings: death, taxes, and military service, all within the borders. Government propaganda has made it abundantly clear that no one is exempt from responsibility.

The "Miss Song......" principle seemed to have to show her the whole process, and his tone became more serious than before. "Think about it, Gwen, being able to live safely in the Magic Capital. You don't have to risk your life for gainful work, and you don't have to live in the shadow of an invasion. You may be able to rise to a position that we have always dreamed of, become a mage, maybe a mage!"

The Headmaster's face was now flushed with excitement, and even Helena was panting for the prospect. Living in a first-class city, in a white zone of absolute safety, is something that those who live in the frontier dream of.

"Then you can go to the best university in the world. Cambridge, Oxford, Fudan. I can't advise you to stay, Gwen...... I can't. ”

Gwen shuddered. Leaving Black Thorns, she immediately thought of Yue and Elvis, who had worked hard with her in order to reach an enviable position.

Yue, whose roar made her laugh and helped her through that terrible ordeal, stood by her side when she felt suicidal and hopeless. Elvis, her cherub, her fairy, brought her comfort and studied hard to heal her wounds.

Now, her mother, her damned mother, came here, thinking she knew best, trying to take away her happiness that she had worked so hard to build for herself.

But Gwen couldn't deny the truth behind Bartlett's words.

Would she have refused half a year ago?

If she had been awakened by the talent and power she possessed a year ago, and had naturally been placed in a school like Lilith as a result, would she have said no?

The answer is no.

She'll welcome Lilith with open arms!

The two Gwen inside her: the logical, rational, mature, pragmatic, realistic Gwen, and the teenager she never knew;

Bartlett and Helena watched as Gwen stood motionless, eyes downcast, staring into the middle of the mahogany table. The ticking sound of Grandpa's clock echoed through the room, like a mallet striking their heads.

Only a minute passed, and there was nothing, but Helena was not known for her patience. She had never been one to wait for someone else, and Gwen couldn't decide something so simple, so obvious, which annoyed her a lot.

"Can you give us some privacy, Maggs Bartlett?"?"

The headmaster nodded before opening the door. It slammed the door shut, followed by long, exhaled breaths.

Helena turned to face her daughter and stood silently in front of her like a statue. She examined her scion, measuring the value of the fruit around her waist.

Her daughter had dark, shaggy hair that was neither stycoded nor kept in sufficient shape, but still rolled down her head like a waterfall of ink. Gwen's face is handsome and chiseled, which is a characteristic of her father. Her eyebrows cried out to be plucked, but still arched gracefully, and her eyelashes without lashes were long and thick. She has a straight, hooked nose that is elegant and tapered, with well-formed, sculpted lips, natural fleshiness and fullness. Helena loved Gwen's eyes – it was her own. Sometimes emerald, sometimes amber, and light brown in dim light. Gwen's face is beautiful and a bit fierce to Helena, but it is well-proportioned and pleasing to the eye, both from a distance and up close. Her daughter has a swan's neck, long and elegant, that extends from her sharp shoulder blades to a shallow dimple. Gwen's shoulders are strong and a little too athletic, and she has to go, even though her long arms are slender and unobtrusive. Helena's gaze was downcast, disgruntled, believing that her daughter would not dazzle with her inconspicuous bust, at least without a degree of hypocrisy. However, they are in good form and may have potential in another year or two. Her eyes even lowered to Gwen's lower limbs, which was Helena's pride and joy. Gwen has a pair of slender legs, which makes her elegant when walking and moving around. Whether it's her tight hips, or her round thighs, or her incredibly stretched calves and ankles, they're perfect.

Helena slapped her lips enviously, she could barely summon sympathy for her poor, stupid daughter, wasting her time on these civilians.

Didn't she understand the weight of her own talent, her gift for otherworldly beauty?

The people who attended these elite schools, their sons and nephews, senators, CEOs, and most importantly – Magus and the magicians and their protégés, all saw Lilith as a source for their spouses.

They're going crazy for a girl like her.

Helena knew about it because she had been there. She's the best girl. She will have the kind of life of being a twinning with the descendants of a mansion and a life of being an important person. Even now, she can imagine that she impulsively married Gwen's father due to a malevolent relationship with her father and brother, thus missing out on this part of her life.

But Gwen can have all of them. She hates to admit it, but Gwen is better equipped than herself. Gwen is a rare quasi-elementist. She's a beauty. She was born to be worshipped. Doesn't Gwen want to live a comfortable life? She can get married. Is it impossible to be a young wife of a judge? No, not for her daughter. Not because of her pedigree and talent.

Helena's cleavage rose and fell, and her eyes sparkled like jewels.

"Gwen. "Helena's voice is the singing of a siren. "You know what's good for you. ”

Her mother's hand covered Gwen's fingers. Helena's hands were hot, and Gwen shivered with cold.

"Please, Gwen," she said again. "It's for your own good. ”

Helena clutches her daughter's wrists tightly with double shackles.

No!

No, I'm not going anywhere, you bitch. Gwen screamed. Helena crucified her to some God-forsaken cross in order to fulfill her wishes. Flames of anger rose from within her, ignited by a blue bolt of lightning.

Hurry up!, she commanded her sleeping body. Hurry up, you useless bum!

Gwen's summoning Siegel burst into flames, sending out a torrent of energy that flowed through her elemental portal and exploded through the pipes within her.

Oh no!

A cobalt-white bolt of lightning erupted from her hand and struck her mother's chest. For a moment, Gwen felt she could see her mother's skeleton.

As a trained mage, Helena's body resisted Gwen's untamed lightning, but despite this, Helena was momentarily stunned. Beneath Gwen's mother, Bartlett's leather chair suddenly erupted, spewing blue-white plasma. The carpet was scorched, like a statue of Lichtenberg carved into cashmere.

What's more, Gwen's acceptance letter suddenly caught fire.

When Bartlett broke into his room, he was choked by what the Headmaster saw.

Annoying levitating mother was struck by lightning and her perfect hair is now a ball of static. Her cream-colored dress had been stained with burns, shredding some of the fabric. And, Barrett's antique visitor's chair is dodo-like.

"You...... Are you alright?" asked Headmaster Bartlett worriedly. That chair is unique!

At the same time, Gwen begins to realize her immortal bastard. Her mind had turned into a white-hot world, filled with unfiltered panic. She had recovered her body, but now she was sailing along the stream without oars.

How would Helena respond? threaten her, sue her, knock her down? Her mother was vain, proud, and sometimes stupid, but she wasn't an idiot. She was the most manipulative and scheming person Gwen had ever known.

"Great," her mother said suddenly, a little ash coming out of her mouth.

Gwen realized that this was not a good sign.

I agree, what? Bartlett echoed Gwen's idea.

"What a wonderful lightning, Gwen!" so pure, primal affinity. Helena complimented, then took her hand off her daughter's wrist, leaving two black marks.

Gwen looked at Bartlett, who also seemed startled.

They waited for Helena to continue.

"You attacked me, darling," her mother lamented sadly, her voice calm and calm. "You, an unappointed mage, a novice, attacked me, an approved mage and your parents. Gratuitous. ”

Bartlett felt that his perfect beard had been exposed by such a shameless accusation.

"Now...... Now, Ms. Song," he interjected.

"Mrs. Huang. ”

"Mrs. Huang, Gwen is not—"

"You'd better shut up, now, you civilian government!" Helena's snarky reaction shattered the air like a whip, her breath being both fire and brimstone.

Headmaster Bartlett fell silent, his face the color of cod liver. The woman was nothing more than a firestarter, and he was an accomplished magician. If she weren't a parent, he wouldn't mind teaching her an etiquette lesson.

"Gwen," her mother continued, smoothing her torn hair with her hands.

"You owe me. She finally spat out through her gritted teeth. "If you want to continue your mage career. You'd better start listening to those who care about you. ”

Her mother stood, then straightened her clothes, which now looked even more ugly. She held up a hand, revealing a cream-colored plaid coat from the thin air.

A circle of storage rooms... Bartlett said. It's rare to see in frontier cities. Only the rich and powerful could have such incredible magical items. He's an archmage, an archmage, but even if he's wearing such a magical outfit, it's not so casual. His ring was assigned during a mission and was not a personal item. Is Helena a member of a famous family? It doesn't make sense. Her daughter is as poor as a rat in the church!

"I'm leaving," Helena said coldly. "Lilith or not, I hope to see you at your uncle's manor this weekend, Guan Yu has asked to see you. You are self-inflicted, ungrateful child. As your mother, I do my duty. ”

Then, like an impending storm, she vanished.

Gwen and her principal meet across the room.

"I'm sorry, sir," Gwen apologized, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't think about it. Her principles cast worried glances at her. "I'll do what I can to help your Gwen, but - reduce mana leaks. ”

"Thank you, sir. ”

Bartlett sat down in the chair he had survived and watched as the girl slowly walked out of his office in frustration. He could imagine Helena holding a grudge against the tenacity of Jira's genetic memories.

As soon as she went out, Gwen loosened her tie, pulled out her shirt, and made her skirt comfortable.

Her uncle's estate.

Since the family broke up, she has not seen Uncle Guan again.

Her uncle's compound was in North Sydney, not far from Kiribilly. She recalls that the place was spacious and pretentious, a brutal building and it wasn't worth it to have a view of Sydney Harbour.

"Otherwise," her mother warned.

Gwen painfully admits that, rationally, at least for now, she has no choice.

She sighed, feeling more tired than before.

It doesn't take a soothsayer to know that she will be terrible in the near future.