Under the heavy veil of night, a shadowy figure darted through the darkness, skillfully evading detection.

Ella, cloaked in a deep purple cape, moved like a phantom. The black hood covered her features, while her seaweed-like violet hair flowed down her back.

The night wind teased her cape, revealing a figure-hugging outfit beneath. A black strapless top accentuated her ample curves, her slender waist leading to a ragged-edged short skirt. Dark stockings clung to her legs, paired with sleek black heels that clicked softly against the ground.

Her usual gentle, elegant demeanor was replaced with the sultry allure of a dark enchantress.

Reaching the depths of the shadowy forest, Ella cautiously scanned her surroundings. After ensuring she wasn’t being followed, she passed through a hidden barrier.

A ripple of energy distorted the air, revealing a previously invisible figure standing in the clearing.

Clad in a gray-and-white witch’s outfit, her long sky-blue hair framed a face that radiated wicked beauty.

Hearing Ella’s approach, the figure turned. Beneath her pointed hat, a pair of foxy, seductive eyes glinted with an otherworldly charm. Her crimson lips curved slightly, though her expression remained cold.

This was Zero, Ella’s superior.

Zero tossed a philosopher's stone to Ella without a word.

“Inside is an external brand. Your task is to plant this mark on her,” Zero instructed, her sultry voice carrying an edge of danger.

Ella caught the stone, her eyes flickering as a projection emerged from it. The image of a young elven girl appeared.

Golden hair cascaded down to her ankles, her delicate features radiating an innocent naivety. Despite her youthful appearance, her fully developed figure made her seem incongruous with her childlike face.

Her long elven ears and pale green eyes confirmed her identity.

Ella recognized her immediately.

She was Nia, the elven princess and one of the top students in the academy’s third-year class.

Zero’s voice continued, her tone both commanding and dismissive.

“When the time is right, use the brand’s power to strip the Authority Aggregate from her.”

Ella hesitated, her unease growing. “And what will happen to her after the Authority is removed?”

Zero’s foxy eyes flicked to Ella, her gaze sharp.

“That’s none of your concern.”

Her tone was as cold as ice, carrying an air of disdain that made it clear she didn’t consider Ella worth her attention.

Zero stepped closer, finally addressing Ella directly. Her expression remained haughty and detached.

“After all, isn’t your ultimate goal to revive your late husband?”

Ella flinched, Zero’s words cutting to the core. She clenched the stone tightly, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Zero’s parting gaze held no respect, only the cold calculation of someone who saw Ella as a tool to be used. Then, with a swirl of sky-blue hair, she vanished into the void, leaving only ripples in her wake.

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The next day, Ella visited Shia’s home under the guise of her role as a teacher.

She timed her visit perfectly, ensuring she would encounter Nia.

The two of them sat across from each other in the living room, the setting suggesting an intimate heart-to-heart.

Nia, shy and reserved, could barely manage small talk. She peeked nervously from behind a wall, stealing glances at Ella before quickly looking away.

Though her social anxiety limited her interactions, Nia’s natural poise and ethereal elegance still shone through.

Her simple smile and polite demeanor created an impression of quiet grace, even as her wide, innocent eyes betrayed her uncertainty. She seemed like she was daydreaming, her gaze distant and unfocused.

The golden hair cascaded down, and the whole figure exuded a sense of adorable innocence.

In front of her stood a witch with purple hair, dressed in a black, tight-fitting dress. The simple cut, paired with black stockings and high heels, complemented her exquisitely made-up face. She exuded an aura of mature allure.

Adorable witch versus seductive witch—an epic showdown between the younger and elder generations.

As for the flat-chested succubus lurking on the side?

She didn’t even qualify to compete.

Rong lowered her head to glance at herself, then looked at the two on the sofa, pouting.

How pitiful.

She was beginning to doubt—am I really a succubus?

On the sofa, Nia had already begun chatting with Ella.

After Ella's opening remarks, Nia eagerly started asking questions, without Ella needing to steer the conversation.

"Teacher, how does Shia perform in class?"

Her light green eyes shimmered with interest, showing her genuine curiosity.

Class performance?

Ella’s mind conjured up the image of Shia sitting beside Violet in class.

The intimate gestures, their golden couple-like presence.

They barely lifted their heads all class.

Ella didn’t even want to comment.

Just a cheeky brat. He’s already caused trouble in the office multiple times.

Do you know about all that?

Ella paused before continuing.

"It’s precisely because of his performance that we’re having this home visit. Some issues require cooperation to resolve."

“Oh? What kind of trouble has he caused?”

Nia propped her chin on her hands, full of anticipation.

She looked like a little girl hugging her knees, listening to an older sister tell a story.

Except her ample chest pressed tightly against her arms, making her anything but little-girlish.

Her bright eyes sparkled like stars.

Her face might as well have had the words: 'Get to the juicy details!' written on it.

"He’s made all kinds of mistakes. Minor issues, mostly."

"What specifically? Teacher, you need to tell me so we can help Shia correct them together."

Specifics? Is that even something I can talk about?

Ella opened her mouth but found herself at a loss.

This wasn’t how she had envisioned a home visit. Shouldn’t the parent or guardian be nervous while she, the teacher, maintained control?

How had the roles reversed, with her being led by the other party?

Ella recalled the two occasions when she had hauled Shia into her office to scold him, trying to assert her authority as a mature senior. Each time, she ended up losing the upper hand.

She felt uneasy, especially under Nia's expectant gaze.

"Teacher, please go ahead. Don’t hold back with me. I’ll definitely cooperate with you."

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