Though pretending to be familial was out of the question, a bit of playful begging came easily to him. The young man nuzzled and rubbed his head against her chest, an affectionate and almost childlike gesture, as if asking his mother for a treat.

Nestled against the headmaster’s ample bosom, Shia raised his gaze, his big, sincere eyes looking up at her. His expression brimmed with earnestness.

Diana’s face lit up instantly, her smile blossoming. His coaxing had thoroughly charmed her.

“Alright, alright! I’ll help you! Whatever you want, you’ve got it!”

This little rascal’s antics were utterly endearing. The more she saw him as a child, the stronger her maternal instincts grew.

Shia was satisfied as well. He flashed Diana a bright smile. Was it embarrassing to sweet-talk the big sister figure into giving him what he wanted? Not at all.

After all, if I’m the one benefiting, why should I feel embarrassed?

Diana, thoroughly won over, acted generously. She pulled out a thick stack of documents and shoved them into Shia’s hands.

“Here you go, everything you wanted.”

The assassin-related information was indeed scattered. Even after a morning of searching, Ella hadn’t managed to find anything useful. That was despite her targeted search in the Seven Shields Academy database.

But Diana? She had already compiled everything neatly. Even the scattered pieces of information were meticulously organized.

This was the privilege of high-level access.

Shia looked at the hefty stack of documents in his hands, then at the smug, elegant black-haired beauty. It was clear she had been waiting for him to seek her out.

Well, having a powerful ally sure made things easier.

Shia marveled internally before sincerely expressing his gratitude. He began flipping through the documents. The information was indeed practical—details on assassin-related skills, such as high-impact techniques and optimal combat strategies, as well as essential abilities like stealth, endurance, and agility.

With these materials, an initial assassin skill tree could be outlined. Of course, systematizing the profession still required considerable effort, but it provided a clear direction for future learning and development, maximizing efficiency.

Shia handed the documents to Rong.

“Here, these should make your research much easier.”

But Rong refused. Instead of accepting them, she stepped back, her gaze filled with a mix of guilt and pity.

Though she didn’t have the courage to interfere, she had witnessed the interaction between Shia and Diana. The thought of Shia obtaining these materials in such a way made her uneasy.

How was this any different from what succubi endured?

Rong’s goal in creating a new profession for succubi was to escape this very predicament.

Shia extended the documents toward her again, but his patience was waning.

He stood up, closed the distance between them, and firmly placed the documents in her hands.

“Take them. These are invaluable.”

Rong clenched her fists, still resisting, her red-rimmed eyes and pouty lips betraying her frustration.

“I want to create this profession on my own terms, with my own hands.”

Her gaze shifted to Diana, sitting elegantly on the sofa, and a hint of wariness and hostility flashed in her eyes.

Why should she have to accept something obtained this way? Why should her closest friend have to sacrifice himself for this? It was too much!

Shia chuckled softly, reaching out to gently pat Rong’s head.

“For you, it doesn’t matter what I have to do. These were hard to get—don’t let my efforts go to waste.”

Rong bit her lip, deeply moved. In that moment, Shia seemed almost heroic to her.

For me, he’s willing to go this far?

Her heart raced, a fiery sensation spreading through her. Looking into Shia’s warm, smiling eyes, she felt completely captivated. Her resistance faltered. Slowly, she accepted the documents, clutching them tightly, her fingers trembling slightly.

This naive succubus had no defense against Shia’s tender persistence. Falling for his charm was inevitable.

He’s sacrificed so much for me. How could I let that go to waste?

Rong resolved to fully utilize the materials, striving to establish the profession as quickly as possible. It was the least she could do to honor his dedication.

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Meanwhile, Diana, ever observant, sipped her tea with amusement. She had overheard everything—not by eavesdropping, but by listening openly.

Watching the emotional succubus and the seemingly innocent boy, who showed no guilt for manipulating her, she found the scene thoroughly entertaining.

How shameless! Deceiving such a naive girl like this.

But she didn’t expose Shia’s ploy. She actually admired his brazen attitude.

This boy was proving to be endlessly amusing. Diana couldn’t help but imagine how delightful it would be to keep him around.

Just as the trio was caught in their respective moments, a figure appeared on the stairs leading from the second floor.

Long golden hair cascaded down to her ankles. Her small, delicate feet, clad only in white stockings, touched the cold floor. Her youthful, innocent face carried a slightly dazed expression, as if she were easily fooled.

Dressed in a loose nightgown, Nia exuded an air of relaxation. She held her stomach, descending the stairs step by step.

“Hungry… hungry…”

Nia’s voice was soft and groggy, like she had just woken up. Why was it so late, and still no lunch?

Her voice drew the attention of everyone present.

Nia blinked, looking at the boy and girl sitting closely together, confusion evident on her face.

Huh? Isn’t Rong avoiding Master Shia lately? Why are they getting along now?

Wait, wasn’t there someone else here too?

A guest? If there’s a guest, why delay lunch even more?

Nia turned her gaze to the unexpected visitor, her eyes first catching a pair of crimson ones. The alluring, mature beauty sitting elegantly on the sofa looked strangely familiar.

Wait, why were her eyes sparkling like that?

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