After bidding farewell to Tissaia's instructions, Asa went to see Margarita and Sheala.
As the next candidate for Dean of the academy, Margarita had her own private office and magic room, and Asa easily found the dark-gold-haired Margarita in her office.
"L..."
Seeing Asa arrive, Margarita's expression immediately became embarrassed.
Last night was too absurd; in her memory, she, who had always been steady, seemed like a different person last night, parched and in desperate need of quenching her thirst.
She found a faucet and sucked on it all night.
She was still puzzled, wondering why no water was coming out.
She was indeed no longer thirsty; it turned out her stomach had been filled with non-Newtonian fluid.
If it hadn't been for the teacher using magic to wake them up last night, they would have woken up even later than Asa.
Seeing Asa now, the memories of last night surfaced, and Margarita really wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
It was too shameful, too absurd.
"Are you looking for me?"
The Sorceress tried to remain calm and said.
"Senior, you can't just pull up your skirt and pretend nothing happened."
Asa wore a look of grievance, flicked his finger, and the door behind him closed and locked automatically.
"Last night was just a misunderstanding, Asa, what are you doing?"
With the door locked, the Sorceress became even more anxious; surely he wasn't planning to do that here?
Today was an important day for new student enrollment; at any moment, a mentor might come looking for Margarita, and if they were discovered, it would be over!
Although she wanted to refuse in her heart, Margarita remained sitting in her chair, as if she hadn't reacted in time.
"Correct."
Asa paced, slowly walking to the side of the Sorceress, and looking into her uneasy and anxious eyes, he smiled and said:
"Senior, you were very arrogant last night."
"In order to stop others from speaking, you actually blocked them like that."
"This time, it's your turn."
Margarita couldn't defy Asa words at all, and besides, the Sorceress had indeed taken advantage last night.
This was the result of Yennefer and Sabrina sharing generously.
The green dress covered her fair skin, and Asa large hand slid down the dress, looking down at Margarita's pitiful eyes from above.
Her dark golden hair felt very soft to the touch, and on a whim, Asa whispered:
"Stand up and sit on the desk."
The Sorceress swallowed, knowing it wouldn't be so easy for him to finish.
With a sigh, she had no choice but to agree.
Just then, a soft knocking sound suddenly rang out at the door.
"Knock knock!"
The two of them, who were messing around, froze.
"Rita, I need to talk to you."
Asa ears twitched, and he recognized the voice as Sheala, one of the four from last night.
There was no one else but her.
Then...
Sensing Asa thoughts, Margarita panicked.
In this state, last night could still be explained as drunken recklessness, but if they were seen now, it would be impossible to explain!
With a pleading look in her green eyes, the Sorceress whispered:
"Don't..."
Although she said no, her body was very honest.
Asa grinned; she couldn't call the shots on this matter.
Outside the door, Sheala de Tancarville frowned.
The movements inside the room were covered by magic, and Sheala could not sense them; the door was locked by magic and could not be opened easily.
Was Margarita entertaining a guest at this time?
Receiving no response, Sheala prepared to leave and come back to find Rita later.
She had come this time to tell Asa through Rita that everything from last night should just be treated as a misunderstanding.
Sheala de Tancarville came from a noble family in Kaedwen and, unlike other Sorceresses, had spent her childhood carefree; arriving at Aretuza and learning of the tragic childhoods of most of her classmates, she always felt a faint sense of superiority.
Compared to other classmates who lived debauched lives as soon as they graduated, Sheala paid more attention to noble restraint and aesthetics, and therefore viewed those classmates with a certain level of scrutiny.
Over the years, Sheala had devoted all her energy to the study of magic, but an acquaintance ten years ago left her feeling deeply frustrated.
The person was none other than the lover brought by Yennefer, a young man with black hair, Asa.
It was from him that Sheala learned what a genius truly was.
Within a month, he had easily mastered a high-level magic as an apprentice.
Following that, he finished the textbooks that normally took six years to read at Aretuza in just two years, and at the time of graduation, he even created a brand new defensive magic!
This was a true genius.
In the dozen or so years that followed, he devoted all his energy to the study of magic, which made Sheala admire him even more.
With his looks and abilities, his life had many choices from birth, yet he resisted the temptations of the outside world and chose the most boring path.
At the beginning, it was Sheala teaching him, but later, it was often his insights that made Sheala suddenly enlightened, and their roles were quietly swapped.
Worship, admiration, and, mixed in, an indescribable jealousy.
Sheala had thought their relationship would stop at being friends, but who would have known that last night...
The elven wine was highly effective, but with her prior preparations, Sheala's mind was still clear.
Then, seeing the already intoxicated black-haired man, when Sheala and Margarita looked at each other, a dark look flashed in their eyes.
Then came everything that happened last night.
Today, fearing that Asa wouldn't remember what happened last night and would be irresponsible, Sheala came to discuss with Margarita whether they should get drunk again, or whether they should take advantage of being sober and leave first?
But, why was the door locked?
Turning around, the door behind her suddenly opened, and an air magic spell blew Sheala directly into the room.
"You?"
The door slammed shut, and Margarita sitting on the desk and Asa standing in front of her appeared before Sheala just like that.
From Sheala's position, she could only see Margarita's two fair arms propped on the desk, unable to see Margarita's expression.
But Sheala had already outlined in her mind what Rita looked like, biting her lip, a flush of excitement on her face, frowning, and bearing it silently.
This guy, still sneaking a snack?
Sheala didn't know what expression to make; standing wasn't right, and sitting wasn't right. Last night there was wine to give her courage, but today it was broad daylight, and maybe a teacher would come to find them soon.
Did she have to help the junior push his butt?
Thus, Sheala could only stand in place, acting as a bystander.
Her eyes occasionally met with Asa and Margarita's; the two of them didn't speak either, just occasionally glancing at Sheala.
Margarita turned back and exchanged a look with Sheala, meaning:
"Don't let him see what we're thinking."
Still pretending to be innocent?
And the junior's gaze was like:
"Senior, look at how vigorous the soldiers under my command are?"
Little did they know, the true hunter often appears as the prey.
Gritting her teeth, Sheala set aside her noble restraint and walked towards the two of them.