You call this the mastermind?

In the lake, the tall blonde lady was hanging on the boy's upper body like a koala.

The toes of her crossed slender legs kept tapping the lake surface, her head was buried in the boy's face, her body trembled, as if she was sobbing softly.

From the angle of Alyssa by the lake, she couldn't see her face at the moment, but she could clearly see how amazing her graceful back curve was in the sun.

Her figure was graceful and white, especially her waist, which was as gentle and slender as a snake.

The boy facing the lake had his eyes closed expressionlessly, his body was straight and strong, and his handsome features were as three-dimensional as a sculpture, full of classical beauty when he was motionless.

At this moment, he was entangled by the beautiful snake, which made him seem like a majestic god who was trapped in a petrified trap and unfortunately desecrated by the evil demon.

The leaves by the lake rustled in the wind as the water rippled.

The beautiful girl with the same blonde hair and similar appearance as the "evil demon" stared at everything in the lake, her expression full of trance.

In fact, she had seen this scene dozens or hundreds of times.

Whether it was from the front, from the side, or even from walking into the lake to see it up close, she had seen it all.

However, no matter how she looked at it, she still couldn't believe that her dignified and conservative mother would do such a thing.

Especially, the target is still her daughter's boyfriend...

This brought a great shock to Alyssa.

Although she had seen similar scenes before, her mother at that time was seriously injured and had no choice.

But now...

At first, Alyssa was extremely angry about this, and even couldn't help her emotions, and said something bad about her mother to Melen through the Book of Secret Words.

But it was precisely because of Melen's promise to be her boyfriend that she didn't slide to extremes as usual.

After calming down a little, the girl even made excuses for her mother.

"She didn't know that Mellen had agreed to date me, so I can't blame her for this."

"After all, it happened once before. Now that mom has that idea, of course she doesn't need to endure it anymore."

"The book says that women in their thirties are very impulsive in this regard, not to mention that mom still has my blood in her body..."

"For me, mom hasn't married for so many years, and now..."

It's been a long time since I discovered my mother's secret.

During this period, Alyssa's little head was full of various explanations and excuses, so much so that when she looks at this scene now, she is not even angry with her mother, but inexplicably a little pity.

But on the other hand, she is full of guilt towards Mellen.

At the beginning, because of her own reasons, Mellen was dragged to that deserted place and suffered a lot.

During the period, in order to save her, she cast that kind of defensive barrier and did not move, and she was perverted to take advantage of her...

Later, Mellen was also toyed with by her mother while she was unconscious in order to save her mother.

Although he didn't say anything afterwards, I think he must have felt very bad.

As a result, I didn't consider his feelings at all.

Because her confession was rejected, she actually used her own mistakes to threaten him...

But Mellen was still not angry. Instead, he was always concerned about her physical condition and even agreed to her willful second confession.

Now, he was still being deceived by his mother without knowing it...

In a trance, with a satisfied sigh, the ripples of the lake finally calmed down.

Then the surrounding scenes began to rewind, and according to the records that Alyssa had seen many times before, they were "played" again at a certain point.

"You have to treat this as an important matter."

In the dim forest path, a little girl with red hair combed into a neat braid looked up and said seriously to the middle-aged man holding her hand:

"Although it is indeed absurd, if you want to be a real strong man, you must have the characteristics of being able to adapt quickly to any situation and predicament you encounter."

"Compared with some life and death disasters, what are we facing now?"

"If you can't even change this, what should you do when you encounter more difficult situations in the future?"

"Sorry, teacher, I know what to do..."

"What did you call me just now?"

"Okay, my dear daughter. Dad knows he is wrong, okay?"

"That's about right."

The little girl's satisfied voice seemed so sanctimonious.

However, the honest "boy" who picked up the little girl probably didn't think at all that he would encounter such a dirty thing next.

"We are really a dirty mother and daughter..."

Alyssa, who was watching everything, thought lostly, but her eyes were always fixed on the father and daughter.

It seemed that everything that was going to happen next had some kind of strange attraction to her.

After her bloodline was fully awakened, Alyssa inexplicably found that she could flip through everything that had happened in the storybook world at will.

In fact, she had seen many former users doing some private behaviors in it, some with two people, some with three people, some conservative, and some unrestrained.

But strangely, what attracted her most was the brief but beautiful scene in the lake.

She even watched it over and over again, and she couldn't get enough of it.

She actually knew that this was wrong and an insult to her boyfriend Mellen.

But for some reason, she just couldn't help but want to watch it, as if she was fascinated by it, and even lost track of time because of it.

It was as if the scene in the paint novel she wrote to stimulate her mother had really come to pass...

But unfortunately, this viewing did not last for now.

Before the two of them started to take off their clothes, Alyssa noticed someone shaking her body outside.

After reluctantly looking away, she escaped from the storybook world.

Opening her eyes and looking, Alyssa found that the person in front of her was her roommate Catherine.

"What's wrong with you? You're still awake until now?"

Seeing the blond girl slowly opening her eyes, Catherine with delicate features asked in a worried tone: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Meren originally asked Catherine about her "split soul" condition, and now they both live in the same dormitory, so Alyssa has very good senses about this person.

But no matter how good her senses are, she can't tell the truth.

So Alyssa just shook her head, "No, it's nothing, I just overslept."

"Is it really okay?"

Catherine, who had long black hair, frowned and said, "You have a special physical condition. If you encounter any abnormality, you must not tolerate it."

"Special health condition?"

Alyssa was stunned when she heard this, "You, where did you hear that?"

"Iger told me."

Catherine said: "He also told me to take care of you more and tell him in time if there is any accident."

Melen…

Alyssa was silent after hearing this.

Thinking of all the dirty thoughts and actions before, she suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"If you are really fine, just get up and get dressed and go to school." Seeing that the blond girl was fine, Catherine's worry faded away and her tone returned to calmness:

"The first class for your group is History of Magic. You are already late, but it doesn't matter whether you study this class or not. However, the second class is Potions, which must be understood and mastered."

"Aren't you in the first group, Catherine?"

Alyssa asked in a low voice.

"I'm in the second group."

The other party answered, then ignored her, turned around and left in a hurry.

It seemed as if she came back this time just to wake up Alyssa.

The blonde girl felt a little weird about this.

Because if the other person is not in the same group as her, how did she find out that she was absent from class?

Or is it that Catherine is just on her way back this time?

Does she have anything else to do?

Alyssa couldn't figure this out, and she didn't pay much attention to this roommate who had always been somewhat mysterious.

At this moment, all she could think about was Meren.

Next time I go to class, I am bound to meet Mellen.

How should she face it?

In other words, what makes Alyssa confused is what should she do to make up for the strong guilt she feels towards Melen?

…

"Catherine" on the other side hurried towards another accommodation area after leaving the dormitory.

The campus was quite quiet at this time. Although some wizards on flying broomsticks flew by in the sky from time to time, the ground was sparsely populated.

Most of the people were busy with everything related to teaching and learning. Occasionally, when someone saw Catherine, a black-haired girl, they just looked at her curiously and did not step forward to ask anything.

So she went smoothly and arrived at someone's single dormitory downstairs.

After looking up at the bay window balcony of the room for a moment, her face hesitated and her steps hesitated, as if she wanted to go there, but was afraid of seeing something.

However, after hesitating for a while, the black-haired girl finally gritted her teeth and walked towards the house.

Climb the stairs and open the locked door.

What you see upon entering is a white room with simple but elegant decoration.

The environment is fresh, the balcony is decorated with flowers and plants, and some untouched milk and bread are placed on the low table next to the leather sofa in the living room.

It seemed to be breakfast prepared by a virtuous young woman for her husband, but the confused husband forgot to eat it before leaving.

After looking at them with deep eyes for a few times, Mrs. Chelsea, disguised as Catherine, walked towards the bedroom with a clear goal.

Compared with the neatly tidied living room, the bedroom with a gauze four-poster bed is a little messy.

The bedding was piled haphazardly at the end of the bed, and there were obvious indentations on the pillows.

A few strands of black hair and a faint scent of champagne rose made the lady frown deeply.

And when she reached out and brushed the white bed, many traces of moisture slowly appeared on the sheets that were originally only slightly wrinkled.

Some are speckled, and some are patchy.

A unique flavor spread from this.

"Juliana..."

The face of the black-haired girl-like lady suddenly darkened, and there was an inexplicable look of annoyance and anger in her eyes.

However, after taking a deep breath, she instantly became extremely calm, her face expressionless.

Only the frown never relaxed.

She didn't sleep all night last night, always thinking about what the student said in the library and what he would do after leaving.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt, and a certain emotion kept accumulating.

Even this morning, after seeing the freshmen officially starting to go to school and leaving the accommodation area, she couldn't wait to take the opportunity to rush over and inspect the scene.

However, even though there were many flukes before, the facts now prove that what should happen and what should not happen have already happened...

The tender white fingers left the bed sheet, and some residual traces of last night were quietly hidden.

Mrs. Chelsea came to the reception room and sat on the sofa with a silent expression.

"Are you in a messy mood?"

There was a silver-rimmed oval mirror hanging on the wall not far away. The mirror reflected the black-haired girl sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face.

However, the girl was motionless, but the person in the mirror stood up instead, and her face slowly approached the mirror.

"You shouldn't be immersed in such meaningless emotions."

Her voice was similar to Mrs. Chelsea's, but it was slightly ethereal, with a very strange sense of etherealness, as if the person speaking was not in the world.

"You should have thought of all this long ago."

"I need quiet."

The lady answered absent-mindedly, and seemed not surprised at all by the situation in the mirror.

"Your heart can't calm down at all, so how can you talk about quietness?"

The Holy Spirit in the mirror said so, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face full of sacredness.

"You brought this upon yourself. What's the point of regretting it now?"

"I don't regret it."

The lady replied calmly, "It's just that my good friend and my student are hanging out together, and I can't stand it."

"I really appreciate your calmness now."

The smile on Shengling's face became more obvious, as if he was gloating over someone else's misfortune.

"It's just that you seem to have forgotten that we actually have a connection."

This made Mrs. Chelsea squint her eyes unconsciously.

Looking up at the "self" in the mirror, she suddenly asked: "How did you feel at that time? What were you thinking? Or was your brain stimulated to a blank, and you didn't think about anything?"

"Why did you say what you knew so easily? Did you say it on purpose, or could you not help it?"

The Holy Spirit was stunned when he heard this, and then the smile on his face faded, "It's no good for you to anger me."

"This is exactly what I want to say to you."

The lady lowered her eyes and said: "You are very strong, but the magic tide has not been opened yet. You, or you are limited in strength."

"I know you are full of hatred for me and my students, but since you are currently parasitic in my body, you should put away your arrogance, otherwise you will be in trouble."

"You have no ability to do anything to me."

The Holy Spirit in the mirror said: "Even if you don't cooperate with some of my plans, it won't have any impact on me."

"I don't have the ability, but my students do."

Mrs. Chelsea responded calmly.

"I think he would be happy to recreate the scene of the torture."

This made the Holy Spirit in the mirror stunned. Looking at the "self" outside, he really couldn't think of what kind of mentality she had to say such a thing in this house?

"You are such a shameless bitch!" The Holy Spirit finally snorted coldly and disappeared in the mirror.

The lady on the sofa ignored her last words and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking.