Click.

A familiar mechanical click echoed. Before I could react, she’d slipped sideways into the room and locked our dorm door.

Crap! While I’d been distracted, she’d closed the distance to under three meters. If she attacked now, I’d have no time to react.

A sharp hop-step widened the gap between us. My heart still trembled, but my body moved instinctively—danger always triggered reflexes faster than thought, thanks to Dad’s brutal training.

“O Executors of Law, shield me from my ene—” I traced a rune in the air with my right hand, barely forming a spell circle’s outline. But a slender, pale finger gently pressed against my lips, silencing my chant.

“You’re being naughty again,” she murmured, covering my mouth. My spellcasting halted abruptly.

The warmth on my lips stirred not a trace of disgust—only a hint of joy.

My mind couldn’t help but whisper: *She actually wants to be close to me.*

Her fingers were exquisite, like a sculptor’s masterpiece, radiating an emotion I’d never felt—a lingering infatuation. Their touch was intoxicating: soft, slender.

Though my mind resisted, my body had no strength left to fight.

“Well, you’re still so full of life,” she said, bending down. Her bright pink eyes sparkled with amusement as she gazed at me.

Forced to meet her stare, I finally studied her closely:

Those pink eyes weren’t just lively—they held a subtle allure, pinning my gaze. My body refused to look away, as if sweet whispers brushed my ear. My cheeks burned.

Since she bent to meet my eyes, her uniform top hung loose, revealing secrets usually hidden. It deepened her bewitching beauty.

Her allure wasn’t vulgar or cheap—it conquered the soul, making you crave her smile enough to do anything.

A Bloodline’s charm didn’t target just one gender. It seeped out subtly, like poison, eroding defenses until victims willingly submitted, offering blood and soul as servant or meal.

The simplest tool for this was—Charm.

*So that explains my reaction!*

Realizing the president before me was a Bloodline, combat protocols flooded my mind.

“No!” I shouted. Just as she thought I’d succumb, I shoved the unprepared her away. I retreated to the back wall, pressing against its expensive surface for a sliver of security. Warily watching her, I traced a new spell circle in the air with my right hand.

My first spell hadn’t been offensive—just a repelling Runic Spell.

The distance was dangerously small. My close-combat skills were no match for hers. Only space could let me cast a threatening spell or escape.

In raw strength alone, ten of me couldn’t overpower her.

She didn’t look strong—her build matched mine, some parts even more slender. But every Demon Hunter knew a Bloodline’s power tied to rank. A Vampire Queen’s strength was beyond imagining.

Distance was my only chance to turn the tide!

Chaotic energy surged inside me; visible ripples pulsed in the air. I gritted my teeth, using pain to keep focus sharp while planning my next move.

My fire magic couldn’t harm her—we were too mismatched. Her innate magic immunity would nullify it. So I had to use…

Decision made, I locked eyes on the president, ready to block any interruption.

But she stayed still, watching silently. Her face held an unreadable expression. Almost…

Indulgent?

“Dancing spirits on my fingertips, this is your stage. Heed my call and shine with your brightest light!”

Done! My light-based Runic Spell coalesced. The vibrant energy in my hands felt like hope reborn.

Hope for victory!

My pajama skirt fluttered in the gathering light. Even I, the spell’s creator, felt its intense surge—let alone a Bloodline, vulnerable to light.

This was my strongest attack yet!

“Light Sword: Starlight Flash!”

Blinding light flooded the room. Wind pressure dispersed the air, suffocating force pressing in from all sides.

The attack drained every ounce of my strength. The room spun. I knew I couldn’t fight on.

Tap.

An unexpected, crisp tap echoed through the room. Unease crept into my heart.