Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 92

C92

"I can't believe she's having a drink before the exam."

"Can she do that?"

"There's no rule that says she can't, but..."

"Since there's something called takeout food, you can also do that strange thing."

Princess Deborah sat by the window as usual, with her chin raised and her legs crossed.

She looked quite dominant, perhaps due to the power backing her. It seemed like she was about to give an order while looking at others immediately.

Whether her behavior shown was a rumor or not, Princess Deborah took the test while holding a cup with Armand's logo and took a sip.

Even her rank is number one.

She looked completely different from the past when she was absent on exam days or when she was on the list of those who had to retake the exam every time.

"How can you suddenly improve your grades like that? Did you perhaps sell your soul to the devil?"

Although her personality still looked bad, the students secretly felt curious when they saw the princess whose grades had significantly improved.

The secret of writing a thesis to the point that even the brilliant fifth princess recognized it and becoming the top-ranked student at the Academy.

From that moment on, the princess showed up with a drink on the day of the liberal arts class every time she took an exam.

So, students began to wonder why she drank that beverage only during exams.

"Since the assistant came instead of the professor on the quiz, there's no one who has a connection with her, that's why she's like this."

"You're the one who has no tact. Is Princess Deborah someone who cares about the professor's feelings? She even made a professor from the Department of Magic disappear without a trace."

"Hm. Well."

"I think there's something in that drink."

"Isn't she drinking it because she's thirsty?"

Ambiguously, the other person turned out to be Princess Deborah, so they couldn't approach her.

An incident erupted the moment they were secretly concerned.

"Aren't you going to do anything right?"

A sharp voice echoed on the Academy campus as if it was piercing their ears with a knife.

As soon as Princess Deborah showed her viper-like temperament after a long time, the students passing by stopped walking unknowingly.

"She... she's scary."

Because she's angry, she looks even more unhinged.

All the students had no choice but to cry to Margaret Rouxel for help in the face of Princess Deborah's bloodthirsty expression.

"Why are you so bad? Get rid of this!"

It was then.

Princess couldn't contain her bad temper and threw the drink Margaret had brought her to the ground abruptly.

"Kyaak!"

As the bright red tea splashed back and forth, the light purple hem of her princess dress was dyed red as if it were splattered with blood.

"I, I'm sorry."

"Apologizing is all you'll do? Oh? Why don't you get lost?"

When she began to crush the paper cup with the tip of her high heels for no reason, the attitude of the men, who remembered the incident in which the Westerner became impotent, spontaneously became polite.