The Idol, Now Villainess doesn't Remember you

Chapter 65

Corridors were suddenly longer and had more necessities added like water fountains, organized trash bins, and studying and lounge areas. More rooms were added to use as private session rooms for any purpose like Music, secluded studying, or even to just rest.

Undetectable security camera orbs were floating all over campus and were under Lady Freya, the Crestbreeze's head designated in Whytemoon.

Escalators and Elevators were also added to the Academy grounds as Whytemoon had fifteen floors in the main building, they were placed for more practicality and to cater to those who did not have teleportation magic.

Euphemia patted the head of one Hoppy as she sat and explained the situation to Lady Freya in her office.

"Excellent done, Lady Euphie. We are truly grateful." Lady Freya smiled tenderly at her. She sees Euphemia as her own daughter so she has high regard for her.

"No worries, Lady Freya. It wasn't much anyway, I would do the best I can for my fellow students." Euphemia smiled back and walked out of the office.

While walking in the hallway, she stumbled upon a person..one she was supposed to try to avoid during her stay,

"I am terribly sorry for that." Euphemia apologized to the man.

"No need for apologies, my dear Fiance." Sorin helped Euphemia up from bowing.

'Ah, fuck. A Fiance again.'  she bitterly thought with her sticking her tongue at him in her mind.

"Excuse me, but fiance?" 

"Fiance indeed, allow me to introduce myself. Drazhan Sorin Mistblood, I am the crown prince of the Mistblood Kingdom along with my twin brother who is also your fiance." He then smiled.

"...Well then, I suppose you already know who I am? Then please do respond to my letter of request of wanting our engagement to be annulled." Euphemia replied with a stoic expression.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that."

"And why is that? I'm sure you have the capabilities of doing so."

"Because I hold feelings for you, Lady Euphemia." He expressed sincerely, staring directly into her eyes.

"Bullshit." She accidentally blurted out.

'Euphie-sama!' Siva scolded.

'Oops.' She thought and shrugged.

"Excuse me?" Sorin mused.

"Nothing. To be honest, I do not believe you and even if you do perhaps have feelings for me then please forget about it. I am already in love with someone else and they are much stronger than you. I will now excuse myself." She bowed and walked away.

When she was out of reach, a smirk crept up his face and the feeling of thrill filled his body.

' So she does love us~ How I wish you would realize who we are much sooner, my love. '

. . .

Euphemia was excused from her classes so she could visit each classroom to observe if there will be any disturbances with the mixed rooms and to see if her fellow students of Crestbreeze are faring well.

She did not do this alone as Selina and Ryza also had classes assigned for them to observe.

*knock knock*

The 7th-years professor opened the door and greeted her, "Welcome, Princess Euphemia. Please have a seat over there." He bowed.

"Please, Lady will do just fine, and thank you." She curtsied and went to where he asked her to sit.

Unknowingly, she brushed past Perseus who was staring at her with eyes shining and sparkling.

'Sister is here!!' He thought excitedly.

"Greetings sis-" He stopped when he realized that the people she greeted were only students from Crestbreeze.

He closed his mouth shut, 'Right..she doesn't remember me..'

After a while of observing, she finished checking and was about to excuse herself and leave.

She was walking past Perseus once more but his pen accidentally fell on her path.

Picking it up, she then handed it to Perseus.

"This is your pen, am I right?" She asked with her head tilted slightly to the left.

Flabbergasted, he nodded his head without a word coming out of his mouth.

Since he wasn't moving an inch, she held his hand and placed the pen on his palm, and gave him a small smile.

Then she left the room.

Perseus held his pen tightly with his lips pursing together. Enjoying the lingering warmth in the split second they held hands.

'Sister..I miss you..'

To be Continued . . .