59 ~ He Didn’t Refuse My Help, That Means He Cares About Me!

“She… she’s Teresa!”

That single sentence instantly set off a wave of shocked murmurs across the entire venue.

Most students were still confused—“Teresa”? Who was that? They had never heard of someone by that name at the Academy. A smaller group, however, stood dumbstruck, staring at the proud, platinum-haired girl who now stood with her graceful swan-like neck held high.

“She… she’s that Teresa?”

“The one from a few days ago, the grubby little girl with the scar on her face at Arena 23?”

“Can’t believe it… now that the scar’s gone, she’s actually that beautiful?!”

“Oh, that explains what she said to the second daughter of the Cardifen family earlier...”

“Wait—who exactly is Teresa? The name rings a bell...”

“But how?! It’s only been a few days, and now even the scar’s vanished? The transformation is insane! She’s like a totally different person!”

“Could this be… a mistake?”

Those who knew the truth could hardly believe their eyes as they watched the platinum-haired girl who had just greeted Irene walk confidently toward the center of the crowd.

Her ample, snowy-white “fruits” swayed lightly with each step, like autumn harvests stirred by a breeze—eye-catching to the extreme. Some even questioned whether they would throw off her balance.

“Could it be...?”

At that moment, whether they were the stunned students or the instructors with surprised expressions, they all came to the same conclusion.

There was only one thing that could explain such a drastic transformation in a Divine Princess in so little time—Divine Awakening.

“Didn’t expect that girl to be a sleeper hit… If I’d known, I would’ve tried to earn some favor with her earlier.”

One male Divine Princess voiced what many male students were thinking as they gawked at the now-unmatched beauty.

“Isn’t she the same cup size as Her Highness Astrid?”

Someone swallowed hard and whispered uncertainly.

“I think… she might actually be a size bigger...”

“No wonder she couldn’t even raise a hand in the dueling match. She hadn’t awakened yet!”

“I remember she took a flogging for over ten minutes that day. Never made a sound, never begged for mercy.”

With that, many people began turning to look behind them—at Irene, whose face had gone cold and dark.

There was no need to explain.

The beatings Teresa had taken before awakening—she was bound to repay them now that she had.

Among all those present, Irene clearly carried the most negativity.

At this moment, her expression was twisted with gloom, her eyes locked onto Teresa’s back with murderous rage. She looked as though she wanted to grab Teresa by the hair and slam her into the ground, carve a new scar onto that flawless face.

That Wild Divine Princess who had gone against her at every turn—She had actually undergone Divine Awakening right before the tournament?!

Damn it, were even the Seven Saints helping her now?

“She’s Teresa… she’s Teresa… how? How can that ugly duckling be the same person as that goddess-like beauty?”

Unlike Irene, some people were struggling even more to accept the truth—like Laro, the horse-faced class monitor who had once made Teresa’s life miserable. His face was blank, lips muttering nonsense.

Everyone on Irene’s team came from the same class. In other words, all of them—except the Divine Child—had known Teresa. Their expressions looked like they’d collectively swallowed a toad.

“Irene… what do we do now?”

One of the other female Divine Princesses on the team, who was also Irene’s lackey, looked nervously at her leader.

“What do we do? Don’t tell me you’ve all lost your minds already?”

Irene’s glare was locked on Teresa, her fists clenched.

“But… Teresa’s undergone Divine Awakening…”

“So what? Which one of us here hasn’t awakened? Divine Awakening isn’t some miracle! It doesn’t change the fact she’s just a wild Divine Princess!”

“But…”

The girl glanced uneasily at Teresa, whose calm, composed figure now exuded presence—it gave her a foreboding feeling she couldn’t shake.

“Don’t be such cowards. She’s just a wild Divine Princess. So what if she’s awakened? Are we going to let her think a wild one can beat us, the real Divine Princesses?”

“Listen to me: once we enter the realm, put a Pursuit Order on that little bitch. We’ll be the first to eliminate her!” Irene hissed, suppressing her fury.

“Isn’t that a bit… much?”

Even Laro seemed hesitant now. “We’re all classmates. If that’s the case…”

“Class monitor, don’t tell me you’ve been bewitched by that vixen? Don’t forget how you used to treat her. Do you think she’ll just let that go now?”

“.........”

Larro fell silent.

“Besides, her team only has her, and maybe that useless Divine Child of hers. We’ve got three awakened Divine Princesses and our Divine Child. You think we’ll lose?”

Three against one, and that Divine Child is a blind waste of space. The advantage is ours.

***

Astrid snapped back to her senses, glancing at the faintly glowing silver moon sigil on the back of her hand.

Was it her imagination, or had she seen a golden sun and harp pattern on Teresa’s hand when they passed each other?

But…

She looked at Teresa’s perfectly human ears and dismissed the thought—but the curiosity about Teresa’s identity refused to fade.

Where had this golden-haired girl come from? Why had there been no information on her before now?

It was as if she had… materialized out of thin air.

And Sophia had the same question.

This golden-haired girl was clearly a human, so why did she feel so familiar?

Speaking of which—why hadn’t he come?

The Divine Princess was here—so where was her Divine Child?

As Astrid’s thoughts wandered, a black shadow flitted silently through the crowd.

Everyone’s attention was still on Teresa, and so the inconspicuous black-haired boy didn’t attract any notice at all.

“That boy…”

A nearby Wood Elf girl spotted him and instinctively turned to look at Astrid—only to realize her eyes weren’t on him at all, but fixed unwaveringly on Teresa.

“Your Highness, that human male is here.”

“...Hm?”

Only at her companion’s reminder did Astrid notice the familiar silhouette, her pupils narrowing slightly.

It was Dylin—No.

Astrid’s gaze sharpened as the black-haired youth stopped behind the golden-haired girl.

Why hadn’t she sensed anything from him when he approached?

On the contrary, Teresa now carried more of Dylin’s scent than he himself did.

Others might not have noticed, but Astrid—with her hypersensitive five senses and intimate familiarity with Dylin—immediately picked up the discrepancy.

There was no Dylin on Dylin. Instead, there was more of Dylin on Teresa.

It was as if this “Dylin” was nothing more than an empty shell.

What… was going on?

Astrid’s gaze flickered with unease. Though she couldn’t quite explain what was wrong, she knew something was off.

However, when she spotted the long, bundled package Teresa carried on her back, she finally relaxed a little.

At the very least…Dylin hadn’t rejected her help.

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