The Great Demon King

Chapter 21: It really wasn't me

“I, I didn’t! It was Bryan!” Fitch was aghast and loudly protested his innocence.

Pa pa!

Another two slaps, Fitch’s cheeks were now puffed up. Fanny stared at Fitch in a towering rage as she bit off her words, “How dare you make excuses. Bryan is such an honest person, how could he have committed such a foul act? It must’ve been you.”

Bryan was at a loss for words as he gloated inwardly. He hastily painted a picture of honest, dumb innocence on his face as he looked at Fitch and Fanny. He smiled dully, “What’s wrong?”

“Master Fanny, it really wasn’t me!” Fitch was suddenly the most wronged man in the world as he clutched his cheeks and protested loudly.

“Stop lying. Get out. Now!” Fanny wore an expression of exasperation that iron wouldn’t improve and become steel (Chinese expression of wishing someone would improve) and replied heatedly.

Fitch’s face was sore and saw that Fanny was ready to erupt with rage at any moment. He knew that any explanation would be of no use, and was deathly afraid that Fanny would strike out again if he sent her up a wall. He smiled bitterly and nodded, heading outside the training fields with a face full of dejection.

When he passed by Bryan, Fitch paused and glared at Han Shuo viciously for a few moments, gritting his teeth and saying softly, “Bastard.”

Han Shuo pretended complete innocence of Fitch’s hate and even smiled honestly at him in a friendly, kind gesture. “Eh? How come you suddenly got fat?”

Fitch was infuriated and he turned his face away in resentment, after glaring at Han Shuo one more time. He quickly bypassed the obstacles in his way and disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.

“Bryan, what are you doing here?” Master Fanny’s anger abated as soon as Fitch left, and she posed a question to Han Shuo.

“Cleaning.” Han Shuo went to do his own thing in the corner of the training field. He picked up a broom and prepared to clean up the area a bit to get it ready for a subsequent round of necromancy students.

“Oh I see. Oh right, how’s your back feeling? When your injuries have healed, I want to take a close look at what’s going on with you. It’s incredible that an Agony of the Soul magic could allow you to gain mental strength.” Fanny was quite affable when faced with Han Shuo, conversing with him peacefully and helping him clean up the obstacles on the ground with no haughty attitude at all.

“Much, much better. Oh right, Master Fanny, can you not tell the school authorities what happened last night?” Han Shuo absentmindedly swept up broken bones and dust, and took a sniff of the right hand that had touched Fanny’s butt when he had a moment.

A faint, delicate fragrance emanated from the fingers of his right hand, making his heart lurch. His eyes immediately gazed strangely at Fanny’s pert butt, which happened to be not too far away. Fanny’s back arched slightly when she bent down to clear the obstacles, further accentuating the mesmerizing curve of her butt. It was as if it contained a hypnotizing power of temptation.

Fanny was a bit startled by Han Shuo’s words and quickly straightened her lithe body. She turned to look at Han Shuo and asked in astonishment. “Why? Hmm, Bryan you’re not concentrating, you’re stepping on the broom.”

He hadn’t expected Fanny to abruptly turn around. Han Shuo had a guilty conscience and hastily moved his foot off the broom, smiling dumbly afterwards. “Carey and Borg are actually good people. If you tell the school authorities what happened, they’ll be fired. Life will be difficult if their families don’t have the silver they earn anymore.”