Chapter 130 – Too Scared to Fart

“So that’s how it is. You’re struggling to decide on the team name and motto, and now you want to crowdsource it?” The silver-haired Elf girl sat on the long silk sofa, cupping hot tea in her hands, her expression contemplative.

Perhaps because classes had yet to begin, Astrid wasn’t in uniform today. Her lavender dress was accented by delicate patterns in soft tones, its hem fluttered with two elegant ribbons. Her perfect legs were wrapped in sheer black lace over-knee stockings that faintly revealed her skin tone. Having slipped off her white-ribboned heels, she now wore only slippers, exposing her feet like polished onyx.

“So then, inviting us to discuss the team name—does that mean our applications were approved?” Felicia, dressed formally in her Coleman uniform, crossed her legs and propped her chin with one hand, teasingly asked.

“Yes. Rejecting both of your applications would’ve made me seem overly arrogant. I don’t think we need any more teammates. Just the four of us is enough,” Dylin replied.

His relationship with Astrid was still a bit awkward. The two had tacitly chosen to sit at opposite ends of the room, placing Felicia squarely between them.

“Ah, so we’re official members now?” Felicia smiled and then adjusted her posture. Standing up, she gracefully tossed her twin amber ponytails back and offered Dylin her hand. “Well then, please take care of us from now on, Captain.”

“Yeah, same here.” Dylin shook her hand, then instinctively glanced at Astrid opposite him. She quickly averted her gaze.

He knew exactly what she was thinking. Seeing Felicia shake hands with him, she had subconsciously started to extend her hand too—but midway, her pride made her pull back awkwardly.

“By the way, where’s Lady Teresa?” Felicia scanned for her.

“Oh, she said she’s still getting familiar with the campus. Lately, she’s been out sightseeing most of the time,” Dylin said.

“Didn’t expect Teresa to be into that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, she’s not interested in team names, so she left it to us. Any suggestions?”

“Names, huh? That’s easy.” Felicia sipped her tea. “How about [Crown of Kings]?”

“...”

Dylin showed a strange expression. That was just Crown King reversed.

“What do you think, Astrid?”

“Huh?” Startled from her thoughts, Astrid looked up as if she hadn’t been listening at all.

“Well... since there’s four of us, how about using a character from each of our names?” she suggested, clearly bad at naming things.

“One from each name... so Fei-Si-Di-Ti? Or Di-Ti-Fei-Ai?”

Felicia tried to pronounce them, but winced. “Way too lazy and awkward. Might as well go with Crown of Kings.”

“What about Clarity of Sun and Moon?”

Dylin said suddenly. For some reason, looking at Astrid’s silver-moon hair reminded him of Teresa’s golden sunlight hair—this name came out without thinking.

“Clarity of Sun and Moon? That sounds nice. I don’t mind. You’re the captain, Dylin. If no one else has better suggestions, let’s go with that.” Felicia didn’t really care—names were just placeholders to her.

“Sun and Moon...” Astrid murmured, then nodded softly. “I’m fine with it.”

“Alright then, since no one objects, we’ll be Clarity of Sun and Moon.”

Dylin dipped a feather pen in ink and wrote the name into the registration form.

“What about a team motto?”

“Hmm... How about ‘Sun and Moon... conquer all?’” Dylin thought aloud.

“...”

Both Felicia and Astrid fell into dead silence.

“...Yeah, that’s way too tacky.” Dylin looked embarrassed.

“Can I write the motto?” Astrid suddenly offered.

“Sure.” Dylin passed her the pen and form.

With her fair, slender fingers, Astrid delicately penned a line in elegant common script:

“With clarity of mind and purity of heart.”

It had the grammar and tone of Elvish, and reading it with human phrasing made it feel... less like a motto, more like a proverb.

She handed the form back carefully. Dylin glanced at Felicia.

“Doesn’t matter to me. You’re the captain,” Felicia smiled.

Dylin thought it over. He couldn’t think of anything better anyway. Even if it was a little cryptic—being mysterious wasn’t a bad thing.

As for the team creed—that was easy.

Dylin casually scribbled:

“Friendship first, competition second.”

“United as one, unbreakable together.”

Next up was the team introduction and goals—500 words. For Dylin, a master of grandiose nonsense, this was easy. He could ramble forever and say absolutely nothing while sounding like he’d said everything.

In short: this kind of empty rhetoric was his specialty.

“Done.” He stood up with the completed form.

“Wow, that fast?” Felicia had expected him to take several cups of tea’s worth of time. Ten minutes and he was finished.

The lower section of the form was crammed with text. Felicia was visibly amazed.

“Let’s go submit it at the archives office.”

The other two agreed, and the three of them left Crown Manor for the archives.

Coleman Academy took up nearly a third of Coleman City, located right in its heart.

Along the way, Dylin walked ahead while Astrid and Felicia trailed behind, chatting privately. Dylin didn’t bother listening—he couldn’t join in girl talk anyway.

Still, with two school beauties walking together and laughing? Every passerby turned to stare.

Watching them, Dylin couldn’t help but wonder: had Felicia really given up on her little army of fans?

Though she wasn’t the player rumors made her out to be, Felicia had still effortlessly captured plenty of hearts—of both boys and girls.

Seeing the murmurs from other students, Dylin sighed.

They probably didn’t know that this year’s top three weren’t competing—they were all on the same team.

“Team name: Clarity of Sun and Moon. Members: Dylin, Teresa, Astrid, and Felicia. Correct?”

The receptionist processing their registration broke into a cold sweat.

All three Crown Cup finalists... on the same team?

How could anyone else compete with that?

“Alright, please present your ID cards and sign the form.”

Near the start of the semester, team registration was busy. Seeing this top-tier team at the counter, surrounding students looked on, dumbfounded.

Astrid and Felicia signed and presented their ID cards.

Dylin, meanwhile, produced two cards.

“Excuse me, ma’am. One of our members is out, so she gave me her card to sign on her behalf. Is that acceptable?”

“Sorry, Dylin. Academy rules require all team members to be present in person. No proxy signings allowed.”

“I see...” Dylin scratched his head and glanced at the girls. “How about you two head back first? I’ll go find Teresa.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“Not really... Actually, could I trouble you both to help me look?”

“No problem.”

“Alright.” Felicia and Astrid left the building to search.

Once they were gone, Dylin stepped into a secluded corner and slipped on the Golden Butterfly Hairpin.

An elegant golden-haired girl emerged, walking with refined poise into the archive hall under the gaze of everyone.

“Sorry, my Divine Child just informed me. I hope it’s not too late to sign?” Teresa placed a hand to her chest and bowed slightly. “Thank you for your patience.”

“N-Not at all. Please, go ahead, Champion.” The receptionist handed over the form.

With her elbow on the counter, Teresa bent over slightly, letting her hair fall over her shoulder as she tucked a strand behind her ear. Gracefully, she signed the final name.

The form was accepted and archived with a crystal seal.

Clarity of Sun and Moon—now officially formed.

As Teresa turned to leave, her eyes caught a familiar figure in the distance.

At another counter, a cat-eared girl stood silently, while a pale-skinned young man stood before her.

“My dearest Wenfu, the deadline is nearly up. If you don’t decide soon, you’ll be forced to form a team on your own.” He sounded playful.

“Forgive me, Mr. Lehman, but I don’t think we’re close enough for you to call me ‘dearest.’”

“So what’s going on? Weren’t we teammates? Why are you acting like strangers all of a sudden?”

“Mr. Lehman, is your idea of a teammate someone you use as a stepping stone when convenient, and discard as a meat shield when not?”

Wenfu’s voice was quiet, but sharp.

“That was a misunderstanding! I was trying to get us a higher placement. We rise and fall together, Wenfu. If I survive, you survive, right?” Lehman tried to justify.

“It was just a simulation. If it were a real battlefield, I’d have protected you with my life.”

“It’s over, Mr. Lehman. You should say those things to your real teammates—not me.” Wenfu showed no emotion.

“Don’t be like that, Wenfu. Where else would you go?” Frustration creeping into his voice, Lehman pressed on.

“Most teams are already full. Teresa’s team? Already closed. The rest? Not good enough for you. So where does that leave you?”

“Be smart, Wenfu. If you miss this chance, you’ll be alone. You’re not Teresa. A support-class Divine Princess can’t solo. Better to work with me than be saddled with trash.”

He was confident.

She had no options. He was her only one.

Wenfu bit her lip. She had tried to join Dylin’s team yesterday—but was politely turned away. She understood she’d never be teammates with Teresa.

She’d missed her chance waiting for that hope. Now, as Lehman said, her options were gone.

But to team up with him?

Memories of the Crown Cup, and his twisted face beneath that pristine exterior, made her lip tremble.

Then—“Not necessarily~”

A soft, melodious voice interrupted.

Wenfu blinked in surprise.

That voice—could it be?

“Miss Wenfu, do you still remember what you promised me last night?”

“Eh?” She turned to see the tall golden-haired girl gazing gently at her.

“Last night, you promised to join my team, didn’t you? You haven’t forgotten, right?”

“I... I remember.” Overwhelmed, Wenfu nodded rapidly.

“Good. Then let’s go. I’ve been looking for you.”

“Lady Teresa, this is between me and Wenfu...” Lehman tried to protest. But seeing it was Teresa, his face froze.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew Teresa had decided on the spot to intervene. But even though he was one of the better freshmen...

When it came to this woman, he didn’t even dare fart.

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