The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 497 - 80 - Election Day (2)

at that moment, the fog clouding my mind from the intoxicating lewdness irene was exuding cleared up.

"retired?" i asked, needing to confirm. "she retired from being a professor?"

"she also retired from being an agent for the administrators," irene replied.

that threw me off completely. rose loved her job as a professor. sure, she hated the bullshit orders from the administrators, but she endured it because teaching was her passion. and now, she’d just up and retired?

"did she go back to her house?" i asked.

"doesn’t seem like it," irene said, shaking her head. "i mean, you probably know this, but rose hates her family. she’d rather die in a ditch than go crawling back to them."

she wasn’t wrong. rose always carried this bitterness about her family. anytime something reminded her of them, her face twisted into a scowl that practically screamed disdain.

"if that’s the case, where is she now?" i pressed.

irene sighed. "no idea. i figured she’d be fine since it’s her, but... considering it is rose, i can’t help but worry. even after everything—finding out we’d fallen for the same man and all—i still see her as a friend."

it was concerning that she’d disappeared, but knowing rose, i wasn’t too worried. she could take care of herself. hell, she wasn’t called the green-haired demon for nothing. she was an incredible fighter, and anyone dumb enough to cross her usually ended up regretting it.

irene’s grip on me tightened as she leaned closer. "more importantly, leon..." her voice dropped, husky and teasing. "don’t you think this is a perfect situation for us to fuck?"

i swallowed hard. irene’s body was stunning, and somehow, it looked even more enticing now. the way her curves pressed against me was maddening. but as much as i wanted to give in, i couldn’t.

"i’m sorry," i said reluctantly. "trill is waiting for me."

irene pouted, her lips forming a tempting little pout. "so, you’re really going to ignore a woman who’s practically begging you to fuck her and go to someone else instead? you’re such a scummy womanizer, leon." she sighed dramatically but then smirked. "oh well, i suppose doing something like this here would be risky anyway."

as she pulled away, i arched a brow. "i didn’t think you’d back down that easily."

she shrugged. "i don’t feel like fucking someone who’s thinking about another woman the whole time. you’re off to see one of your girlfriend for the election, right? probably to cheer her on too. if we fucked right now, i’d just feel like some side chick, and i have zero interest in being just that."

with a casual air, she grabbed her glasses and used a handkerchief to wipe them clean. the heat from earlier had fogged them up. as she cleaned them, she glanced at me, her sharp gaze piercing through the act. "which is why i’m not going to stop until you’re mine, leon."

then, with a confident stride, she headed to the door, unlocked it, and paused to look back at me.

princess myrcella, titania’s main rival for the presidency, walked in like she owned the place, her regal presence impossible to ignore. she was accompanied, as always, by her knight, johanne, whose stoic demeanor and knightly aura made him look like he’d stepped straight out of a fairytale. honestly, the guy—girl, i mean, was cool as hell.

the air grew heavier as the two powerhouses of the election found themselves in the same room. both were strong contenders, and it was clear that the next president of milham academy of magic knights would be one of them. the sheer weight of their presence was enough to make everyone in the cafeteria sit up a little straighter.

what made it even more surprising was the fact that myrcella was here at all. she rarely, if ever, showed up at the cafeteria. being a princess of this kingdom, she had access to luxurious meals delivered straight to her dorm. she didn’t need to step foot in a place like this.

yet here she was, walking up to the register to order food. the servers behind the counter looked stunned, their expressions a mix of awe and confusion. cafeteria food was good, sure, but it was nothing compared to what she could have at her beck and call.

and of course, the servers were nervous as hell, but they still managed to serve her with meticulous care.

"w-what can i get for you, your highness?" one of them stammered, clearly flustered.

"i’d like your suggestion. i’m not familiar with the menu, so i don’t know what’s good here," the princess replied, flashing a warm smile.

that smile was enough to melt hearts. everyone watching seemed utterly smitten, and even the server turned beet red.

"i-if that’s the case, i’d recommend..."

the server quickly whipped up the dish most popular among the academy’s students. it turned out to be the same meal i was eating. it wasn’t bad—not on par with what i had back on earth, but good enough. my taste buds were still adjusting to the flavors of this world, though. the ingredients and meat here were nothing like earth’s, but the food was still enjoyable.

johanne, her knight, ordered the same meal as the princess. once their trays were ready, they paid—though the server was so nervous they could barely make eye contact. then, instead of searching for seats like most people, they turned their attention directly to us.

it was clear they had been planning this from the start. their intention was obvious the moment they walked toward our table. johanne carried the trays carefully, his stoic demeanor unshaken despite the growing whispers in the cafeteria.

when they reached us, princess myrcella asked with a polite yet deliberate tone, "may we join you?"

her question landed like a bombshell. hours before the election, here she was, openly sitting with her main rival. naturally, everyone in the cafeteria perked up, their curiosity piqued.

"sure," titania replied without a shred of hesitation. suspicion wasn’t even on the table for her—it didn’t seem like she was the type to assume ill intent unless someone gave her a reason.

with that, both of them pulled out chairs and joined us at the table. the air felt thick with unspoken tension.

trill immediately turned to me, her gaze full of questions. it was clear she wanted to know what the hell was going on. i simply shrugged, unable to offer her any answers.

honestly, i didn’t have a clue what these titania and myrcella were thinking either.