The scorching sun beat down on the earth.
Guided by seniors, freshmen found their preferred academies. Disputes flared but were peacefully resolved.
The Swordsman Division overflowed with applicants. The Priestess Division gleamed with stunning beauties.
Meanwhile, the Necromancy Department of the Mage Academy barely received a few stray freshmen.
Its sole new recruit had been half-dragged over by a third-year senior to fill quotas.
She sat stiffly behind the registration desk, shivering on an empty row of chairs under suffocating pressure.
"I ask you..." Witch Teacher sighed, sounding decades older than she was, "Is Necromancy truly that repulsive?"
"Not at all! Just... lacking in publicity," boomed Milne, the burly senior, radiating confidence.
Unlike other mages, Necromancers lacked flashy barrages of spells. No pinpoint explosive power. No berserker’s battle-hardened physique. No holy light healing like the priestesses...
But one truth remained: late-game Necromancers held absolute battlefield control.
Master it well, and one person became an entire army. Easily.
This was Lenna’s foundation as a Necromancer—holding back millions of imperial soldiers alone for over a decade. Countless skeletons, all hers to command.
"Sorry I’m late."
Speak of the devil. Lenna arrived with Lingling, nodding casually at the black-haired woman leading the group. "How’s recruitment? Any newcomers?"
"As you see. None."
Witch Teacher spread her hands, sighing. "Without fresh blood soon, the orthodox mages might just expel us from the magical community..."
The Holy Division had long resented Necromancy’s funding without results. Would they survive this time?
*Academy Crisis!*
*Become an Idol!*
*URGENT!!*
Witch Teacher wished it were that simple...
But Necromancers were all oddballs. Recluses or mad geniuses. Twenty-five hours a day spent researching corpse reanimation. Who’d willingly live among the dead?
Pretty girls? Forget it...
Oh.
Except one.
Witch Teacher stole a glance at Lenna.
A delicate, exquisite face mostly hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. Silvery-gray hair cascaded like a waterfall past her knees. Even with the glasses dimming her allure, she outshone every name on the Empire’s Beauty List.
This Falmore Family heiress—a true dragon among humans—stooped to join the neglected Necromancy Department. Witch Teacher still couldn’t believe it...
*Yeah. The rich are all a little crazy.*
"Let’s pack up. No one else is coming." Witch Teacher checked the time, shrugging. "You there—help clear the tables."
"Teacher... since I’m not needed, may I leave?"
The forcibly recruited girl raised a trembling hand. Her voice was barely a whisper:
"I meant to apply for the Arcane Division... but got lost. Senior Milne said this was similar, so he brought me here..."
She quietly listed Milne’s crimes.
Milne turned, flashing brilliantly white teeth. "Leaving?"
"Y-yes." Ford’s body locked rigid. "Registration closes soon! I’ll miss it!"
"Tricky..." Milne feigned deep thought. "Lenna, your call?"
"Me?" Lenna had just sat down when the buck was passed. She paused. "Hmm..."
Milne knew Lenna’s style—her word was law. If she spoke, this freshman wouldn’t escape.
What he didn’t know: this Lenna was no longer the same.
"Let her go."
"Huh?"
"I won’t force anyone to do what they hate. I’m no demon." Lenna glanced at Lingling.
Lingling stood quietly, hands folded before her abdomen, face blooming like a peach blossom.
Only her tail betrayed her—whipping like a turbocharged fan on max speed.
Milne gaped. "Wait! You adore pretty girls! A cute underclassman right here—you won’t pounce?"
*Weird. The bulldozer suddenly turned over a new leaf.*
Lenna adjusted her glasses calmly. "First, yes, I like girls. Second, only those who interest me. Third—"
"Save it." Milne cut her off, pointing behind her. "Deal with *that* first."
Nearby, Holy Division students parted like wheat before a scythe. A pink-haired girl in a white nun’s habit approached, surrounded by admirers.
Fragrant breeze. Slender waist. Every gesture radiated gentle grace.
Her smile was pure honey—like an angel descended to promise a beautiful future, tempting thoughts of children born of shared dreams.
"Oh ho." Milne slicked his hair with a pocket comb, grinning. "The Holy Division’s star arrives. Twenty-five years of singledom... all for this moment."
He bowed with oily elegance.
"Make way."
Lenna clapped Milne’s shoulder. Ignoring his dropped jaw, she strode toward her newly adopted ‘kitten’.
Their eyes met briefly—a flicker of unspoken tension.
Angela had watched this spot all along.
With all departments recruiting nearby, she’d deliberately chosen a booth beside Necromancy. Cradling Little White, she’d tracked Lenna’s every move.
Now, seeing her target, she abandoned everything.
"Senior Lenna! Good morning~" Angela closed the distance in a sprint, leaving her entourage behind. Like a dew-kissed leaf, she fluttered to Lenna’s side. "Little White missed you... ever since we parted that day."
Her buckled Mary Janes fidgeted against the floor. Smooth, lace-trimmed stockings peeked beneath her modest habit.
Notably, a streak of melancholic blue threaded through her princess-pink hair. She looked delicate as porcelain—fragile enough to shatter.
No wonder so many adored her.
Every detail of Angela radiated intoxicating charm. Her presence lured lost souls, awakening the instinct to protect beauty.
Pity she wasn’t lost.
Her heart wandered willingly into darkness...
"Did *Little White* really miss me?"
Lenna scratched Angela’s chin, tilting her face up. Even prettier now—like fine jade carved into porcelain.
"If I’m not mistaken... that idiot dragon’s illness still isn’t cured."
"......"
The smile froze.
Angela pouted, muttering under her breath.
Her lips shaped curses, not compliments.
"Too obvious," Lenna sneered, resisting the urge to tear that mask away. "I was tired yesterday. Let you slide. Don’t pretend we’re close. It’s disgusting. Understand?"
Yes.
Lenna craved devouring her whole.
Crush her bones.
Sever her flesh.
Smash each rib with a hammer!
Nail that silver tongue to her jaw. Then savor her dying whimpers—watch hope drown in despair.
*Too beautiful...*
