Hiss—

Feeling Olivia’s pressure, Caius clenched his fists but held back. He still had the upper hand. Flying into a rage now would only make him look guilty.

So he swiftly redirected his focus to Gawain and snapped:

"Gawain, stop twisting words! That stuff was found in your bag. Who’ll vouch for your alibi?! Don’t hide behind ‘I was framed’—everyone knows what you really are behind closed doors!"

"Exactly! Exactly..."

Sensing the shift, Mermel—Caius’s ever-present companion—finally jumped in. The black-haired girl shot Gawain a disdainful look, waved her hand, and pinched her nose mockingly:

"Tsk tsk~ Gawain, quit being stubborn. Back when we dated, I noticed your obsession with women’s underwear. Once, after I left the bathhouse, I caught you sniffing my discarded clothes at the door~ Sigh, I ignored it then—we were lovers. Never thought it’d lead to this crime today~"

The students’ gazes toward Gawain turned suspicious. An ex-girlfriend’s testimony? Pretty credible, huh?

But the Bluehaired Loli’s eyelashes twitched. Bullshit! I’ve replayed the game’s entire plot multiple times—I never saw that scene!

Gawain’s face darkened. After a long pause, he trembled fiercely and shouted at his childhood friend:

"Mermel, why invent stories for Caius? I never did that!"

"Hmph, Gawain, stop blaming others! Your actions speak for themselves. If you weren’t so vile, Mermel wouldn’t have left! You claim you were framed—where’s your proof?!"

Caius smirked smugly. Bringing this guy’s ex into play worked perfectly. Pinning it on Gawain with heart-piercing tactics—brilliant!

Yet to Caius’s shock, the usually silent Gawain erupted. He roared at Caius with all his might:

"I don’t know who framed me—but you’re the only one here with a grudge against me!"

...

Silence froze the scene after Gawain’s outburst. An eerie hush settled, broken only by hushed whispers:

"Huh? Who really stole it?"

"Gawain, obviously. Mermel testified."

"But she cheated on him! Her words aren’t trustworthy. Gawain looks more wronged."

"Whoever did it, we need evidence. One-sided claims are useless."

Olivia watched, sensing Gawain and Caius might brawl any second. Good. Being chased by wild dogs was annoying—let them bite back!

But this wasn’t a true breakthrough. Just balancing the scales. How to crush Caius completely?

The Bluehaired Loli frowned, racking her brain for key game plot points. Her gaze swept the crowd. Evidence... evidence?!

Suddenly, Olivia’s eyes locked onto a gray-robed middle-aged man. The moment their eyes met, dread filled him. Sure enough, the Bluehaired Loli darted between Gawain and Caius, grabbed the man’s hand, and chirped:

"Hmm, Teacher Levin, watching the show too?"

"Uh... haha, just passing by! Nothing to see—I’ll leave now!!!"

Levin, Olivia’s Potions teacher, was unmarried in his thirties. His potions had sky-high purity, but he was bullied by delinquents daily. Though unfamiliar with Olivia, he feared this loli deeply. Just watching the drama—and she caught him?

Levin trembled, trying to pull away, but Olivia gripped his sleeve tight. The Bluehaired Loli frowned coldly: "Don’t rush off, Teacher. You’ve watched long enough. Stay awhile."

Hiss—

Levin gasped. Help! Being spotted was embarrassing—but arrest-worthy? Is spectating illegal?! Why can’t I leave? Sob...

Truth was, Olivia didn’t stop him for fun. She cared nothing for this minor NPC teacher. She just needed one thing from him.

"Teacher Levin, you have Trace Potion today, right? Lend me a bottle!"

"Huh? Trace Potion?"

Levin was baffled. How did she know? He’d never taught it!

(Well, in her past life, Olivia had bought it from him in-game—to catch cheaters...)

Under Olivia’s stare, Levin fumbled out a purple-glowing vial. She snatched it, waved dismissively, and grinned:

"Done. You can go."

"Oh... oh oh..."

Levin nodded awkwardly, turned to leave, then glanced back. Uh... I feel played.

Swinging the vial, Olivia swaggered back to Gawain and Caius. Both men stared, confused. But the Bluehaired Loli was confident. She shook the bottle playfully:

"This is Trace Potion. It tracks lost items. Simple: soak Natasha’s panties to set the target, then drip it on everyone’s hands. Anyone who touched them gets glowing dots~! You two argue so much—let’s use ironclad proof to find the real culprit~!"