The moment Yifia received the test paper, her heart raced with excitement.

She took a deep breath, flipped it open, and carefully scanned the questions:

(Lady Daisy’s song sung on Prince Caroy’s birthday?)

(In Pope Kislain’s prophecy, what is the prototype of the demon destined to destroy the world?)

(Offering blood and life as sacrifice to pray for divine blessing—which imperial law does this violate?)

(What is theology professor Professor Spiegel’s birth date?)

Yifia stared at the paper, utterly bewildered. Pris Academy’s exams really weren’t playing by the rules.

Where were math, physics, chemistry, history, geography, biology? Had the examiner eaten them all?

True, this world’s education lagged behind the modern era—but basics should still exist. Not this chaotic mix of random trivia.

Talk about an unorthodox approach!

Sighing inwardly, Yifia scanned again and finally spotted a proper question tucked in the corner.

Her spirits lifted instantly. Maybe she could solve it herself?

Maybe she wouldn’t even need the system~

Ten minutes later, Yifia set down her pen with a pained expression, staring at the blank paper. She crumpled her scribbled draft into a ball, stuffed it into her pocket, and let her foggy head thud onto the desk.

A hopeless student shouldn’t overthink.

Not knowing was just not knowing.

Even in another world.

After the crushing blow, Yifia gave up and called the system.

[System, time to shine! Solve these!]

[Understood. Host, listen closely. Q1: Lady Daisy’s song—"Carlin’s Ode." Q2: Professor Spiegel’s birthday is…]

Today, the system delivered—no last-minute glitches.

Seemed reliable beyond just spoilers and tangible aid.

But Yifia wished for *real* help: enemies vanishing when danger struck, a chest of gold when broke.

Then she could happily laze around~

Mind wandering, she mechanically copied answers. Half the paper filled fast. She kept reviewing as the system rattled off replies.

[Q13: Demon prototype in Pope Kislain’s prophecy? Ahriman—the Zoroastrian evil deity, Archduke of Darkness and Death, commanding eight great demons to end the world.]

[Wait—shouldn’t Satan be the top demon? Different world, different names?]

Hearing theology talk, Yifia chatted while writing.

Deities and demons never faded—modern era, Middle Ages, faith endured…

But Yifia only knew Eastern figures: the Seven Fairies, Eight Immortals, God of Wealth. Western lore? Barely skimmed online.

[Satan’s a generic term for devils. Ahriman leads them—cruel, cold, endlessly wicked. She disguises as human to corrupt kings with luxury, drowning nations in suffering and war.]

[Oh! Learned something! Next answer—hurry!]

Yifia, bored by myths, bluntly rushed the system. It sighed inwardly—it’d tried to warn her, but this airhead skipped right over it.

Did she *only* care about test questions???

Had she listened further, the system would’ve revealed: among Archduke Ahriman’s demons was Asmodeus, embodiment of lust.

Yes—that black cat!

System records listed Gahe as the lust demon… but here it was Asmodeus.

Then again, this world was crafted. Minor mismatches were normal.

Unaware she’d missed truth’s edge, Yifia filled the paper joyfully—truly “writing as if guided by a divine hand,” smooth as silk~

In twenty minutes, the sheet was packed.

Unable to submit early, she tucked her quill away, shifted the paper aside, and slumped onto her desk.

Since yesterday, dodging Jesina’s “wait after school” scheme left no room to slack off in class—she needed escape timing, no napping allowed.

No classroom nap meant diving into Lucy’s thick borrowed novel back in the dorm… and losing all track of time.

Finishing it was a massive project!

So rest *now*—dorm reading awaited!

[Good afternoon, System. See you post-exam.]

[…]

The system watched its host fall asleep seconds later and sighed. Carefree ignorance had its perks—at least she didn’t sigh like this.

Her naive host thought the short noble Xin Qusen was merely driven off. Truth? Demons devoured him—bones and all.

His whole family, too.

The system couldn’t stop them. It tiptoed in shadows, terrified of detection.

Past world-collapse cases held horrors: one unlucky system, captured by a Villainess Heiress, was *ripped* from its host’s soul… Just imagining it chilled the core.

Yet watching demons roam freely, the system worried.

Befriending a Villainess Heiress was bargaining with a tiger—disaster could strike any day.

But it dared not speak.

Speak up? Host would just give up.

Trapped. It sighed again.

Maybe fools *are* blessed with luck… One step at a time. Please, Yifia—come through.

Saving the world rested on her.

Meanwhile, Eileen scanned her paper, biting back a smile. Her quill hand tightened—thrilled.

She’d guessed right!

Revision paid off. Only a few obscure questions stumped her.

Top of the grade? Absolutely hers.

She glanced at Yifia’s seat—paper aside, head buried on desk. A soft snort escaped. Lazy attitude alone was unacceptable, grades aside.

But… it boosted *her* chances.

Eileen looked away, silently smirking. When results dropped, she’d savor Yifia’s stunned, disbelieving face.

Pure delight.