You call this the mastermind?

The secret cabin is located below a remote forest park in Fort Saint Grant. It was originally closed. Although there were vents, there were no windows.

However, during this period, Mrs. Chelsea, who lived here, had obviously made some careful renovations.

So much so that when Mellen woke up in a daze in the morning, a fresh bird song immediately reached her ears.

Looking sideways, the originally hard wall now had a huge floor-to-ceiling window, which was transparent and slightly frosted.

There were exquisite oil paintings and thick curtains hanging on both sides, and the forest park with birds singing and flowers blooming outside the window.

The morning sun penetrated in, illuminating the brown floor of the bedroom with a bright color. The magic kettle not far away began to gurgle and shake after "detecting" that Mellen had woken up, and the spout kept emitting a milky aroma like breakfast.

The boy with messy black hair did not pay attention to the magical kettle, but picked up a magic wand on the bedside table and gestured to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Then the small window above opened, and the refreshing air rolled in from outside, which seemed to have a little sweetness like the stamens of plants and flowers, making Melen, who had not slept much all night, couldn't help but yawn.

"It's amazing, the bedroom is obviously underground, but this window seems to be horizontal to the park above, but it can't be seen from outside... How did the teacher do it?"

He was a little curious about this, but unfortunately he looked sideways and found that the tall figure last night had disappeared at this moment.

The empty white bed was tidied very neatly and cleanly, without any stains left, only the soft and smooth touch and temperature seemed to remain faintly in the bedding.

Melen wanted to get up and look for it, but the warm quilt made him miss it.

Until the milk in the kettle was heated, a cup was filled and floated out of thin air for him to take a few sips, he reluctantly got up, put on his clothes, and then walked out of the bedroom in slippers.

Outside the bedroom is the reception room, which is empty and without a single person. Mellen found Mrs. Chelsea in the study.

At this time, she was only wearing a simple white low-cut nightgown, with her delicate toes in black slippers, and was sitting in the study flipping through a document.

After seeing Mellen coming, she looked up and glanced at him with a normal expression, without saying anything. Mellen leaned over and kissed her lips, which were naturally rosy and plump without any lipstick, which attracted a scolding look.

"Daytime is for doing serious work."

She pretended to be unhappy and blamed: "Don't be too obsessed with this kind of thing. Although it won't hurt your body, it will make people lose their fighting spirit."

I don't know which of us is obsessed.

Mellen muttered secretly when he heard this.

At the beginning of last night, the man in front of him still had the demeanor of a teacher and an elder, and his silent appearance seemed a bit boring, but he forgot everything when he was confused.

Although she didn't say any nonsense, her obsession was really frightening.

It was just that Melen, who had mastered the Sun Knight Breathing Method, didn't feel the pressure. If it was someone else, he might not be able to get out of bed today.

"Where's the Holy Spirit?"

In order to save some face for the teacher, Melen didn't expose her and asked something else instead.

"I don't know where she went."

The lady with her blond hair in an elegant hairstyle answered in a low voice, and after looking away from Melen, she focused on the documents at hand again.

"But I guess she is hiding somewhere and doubting her life."

"Doubting her life?"

"Well, she hasn't recovered yet."

As she said this, Mrs. Chelsea, who was lowering her head, frowned slightly and felt a little depressed.

Before yesterday, she didn't feel anything, but after a night, she felt that she was a little rash.

It's not that she regretted her decision to be a lover for her student, but she was very dissatisfied with the fact that this private matter between two people was mixed with a third party.

This emotion seemed to make no sense.     Because she had analyzed it rationally, dragging the Holy Spirit into the water would be of great benefit to Mellen and herself.

At first, she asked Mellen to interrogate the Holy Spirit without even much hesitation.

But now, although she still didn't think she regretted it, she couldn't suppress a burst of irritation in her heart. She was uncomfortable. No matter how she looked at the Holy Spirit, she didn't like it.

This attitude was not right and was not conducive to getting along with the Holy Spirit in the future. Mrs. Chelsea's reason prevailed after all. She was able to suppress her instinctive emotions and would not really affect her words and deeds.

But her mood would not be improved at all.

So when she saw Mellen leaning over to look at the documents in her hand, she pushed his forehead out with her slender fingers in a bad mood, "Have you brushed your teeth? Why are you so close?"

Do wizards still need to brush their teeth?

A cleaning spell, everything is clean.

Melen was a little surprised by the teacher's attitude, but she just thought that she was more feminine after completely transforming into a young woman, so she didn't think much about it.

After chatting for a while and interrupting her work, Melen looked at the time and got up to go to class.

But of course she didn't forget to kiss goodbye in the end.

The lady refused several times, but she couldn't beat him, so she simply stopped resisting.

But after Melen left, she gently touched her wet lips with her fingers, and her expression seemed a little helpless.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, her body was extremely tired, but after just a few touches, she found that she wanted it again.

"There is obviously no room for storage, why is it still in this state of dissatisfaction?"

She felt very confused about this, and even suspected that she was sick.

However, when the lady saw a figure emerging in the mirror not far away, this suspicion was unconsciously erased a lot.

She still wanted to do it next time, but the Holy Spirit was still in a trance and had not even exited the state of the last time.

If it was really sick, the guy in the mirror was much more serious than herself.

"Don't dare to show up to see Mellen again? You are really embarrassing."

I didn't want to pay more attention to this third party, but the words in my heart couldn't help but come out of my mouth, which made the lady look stunned.

"I'm embarrassed?"

The Holy Spirit, who looked dazed and didn't know what he was thinking, was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "I don't know who was calling you brother last night. It was obviously his teacher, and his daughter is the same age as him. Do you still have any shame?"

"Besides, who was so weak that he staggered when he got up this morning, and even fell down at the door of the study?"

"If we really talk about age, you are older than Mellen's grandmother."

Mrs. Chelsea was ridiculed but remained calm, "As a result, you didn't even dare to speak in front of him last night, and only dared to harass me in my mind. Let me think about it, what did you say last night?"

"You--"

Mrs. didn't really say it, but the Holy Spirit automatically substituted the words he said last night, and even became a little angry.

"You bitch!"

"Theoretically, you are my real mother."

Mrs. responded naturally, and she didn't care about face at all.