“Then she must have stolen it!” Lashia angrily yelled, “Claire, you thief, how shameless! You’re disgracing the Hill family too much, I will… ” Again, Lashia lost all reason because of Claire. Unceasingly she blurted out everything in her brain. Jean raised his brow. How did he not notice this angel-looking second Miss was so uncouth.
“Are you a pig?” Claire’s light sentence made everyone present deathly quiet. “How many people in the world can steal from the wizard sage Cliff?”
After this sentence, Lashia’s mouth seemed like it was glued open, wide and not closed.
Mozart’s expression became serious and the two other disciples stared blankly, frozen in place.
Just as everyone was deathly silent, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded from the entrance of the Magician Council.
Cliff, that perverted old man, skipped out the door. The moment he saw Claire his smile blossomed. Running quickly out, his mouth started vulgarly exclaiming, “Oh~ Oh~~ My beloved darling disciple, I thought you would never come to find me. I waited for you forever.”
Mozart blanked out, completely frozen. Master was calling him what? And so nauseatingly? Is he mistaken? This had never happened before.
Everyone else also blanked out, but they were happy. They never thought that Cliff liked their master this much. Their hope that Cliff would give guidance grew.
Only Jean had an undetectable ridiculing cold smile.
The disciple who went to report almost bit his tongue off. He only said that there was a blonde-haired girl who even threatened him that he would suffer consequences if he didn’t go and report. He never thought that Cliff would ignore those arrogant words and almost flew out.
The people all were frozen in awe, but the more surprising thing had still not happened.
The next moment, Cliff had already rushed up to Claire and attempted a hug, which Claire dodged. Then Cliff agilely turned and extended his hand to lift Claire’s skirt. The skirt was only lifted for an instant before Claire quickly withdrew backwards. Jean held onto Claire’s waist and Claire kicked out with force. Her foot landed accurately on Cliff’s face. These series of actions all happened very smoothly with no breaks in between. Jean and Claire’s coordination was very well timed.
Crows cawed in the sky, leaves floated around in the air.
Awkwardness……………………………………
(In the future, Cliff kept this habit. Every time he met Claire he would attempt to lift up her skirt, never tired of it despite her threats. But he never succeeded.)
For all the years Mozart lived, this was the first time he felt that his heart would malfunction, unable to bear with the situation at hand.
Lashia’s brain completely stopped running, her face a mixed colored palette, as splendid as could be. She just stood there motionless like an idiot. Her two seniors almost fainted, foaming at the mouth.
“Oh~~ My precious Claire, how could you treat your Master this way?” Cliff acted like nothing was wrong, and stood up with a blank face. He fished out a handkerchief and pouted. On his face there was an obvious footprint.
“How long are you going to keep holding me?” Claire completely ignored Cliff’s emotional complaints, and instead glanced at Jean to speak coldly.
Jean hurriedly let go at once, helping Claire to her feet.
“If you dare lift my skirt again, I’ll slice you to pieces.” Claire’s ghastly tone brought the two petrified apprentice magicians at the door back to life. They both desperately rubbed their eyes, doubting that all they’ve seen today were hallucinations.