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Chapter 116: Chapter 75 My Words Heal Quite Fast

And during her chat with Lily, Princess Isabel quickly inquired about the original surname of this maid with flaxen curly hair.

Of course, this was also because Lily did not choose to hide it.

"—Drost?"

Upon hearing this, Princess Isabel furrowed her brows slightly, "He actually did such a thing?"

She sounded slightly angry when she heard it.

Because until that point, her impression of Minister Drost had always been quite good. She even thought he was one of the rare good men among the ministers.

—Charles Drost. This name belongs to the kingdom's Minister of Commerce.

Although he appeared old and fat, he was a patient and polite old man.

He always laughed heartily and was very capable in his work. Most importantly, he was very respectful and loyal to the Queen. Even when facing Isabel, who was more timorous than she is now, the old man never looked down on her and always communicated with her on equal footing.

At least when Her Majesty, the Queen, complained about the ministers being inept at their jobs or disloyal to the kingdom, the surname Drost seldom came out of her mouth.

This old knight was married and had children. Even now, his grandchildren and great-grandchildren were already attending university.

At such an old age, he was still fooling around with prostitutes and even left behind a child not much older than his own grandchildren.

Isabel even had a classmate of the same age as Drost's great-granddaughter.

She was nineteen years old and in her second year.

And Miss Lily was twenty-six this year, in her first year.

But in terms of relationship, Lily was actually her aunt.

Even when the mother with her child came knocking on his door, the old Drost simply handed over his fourteen-year-old illegitimate daughter to someone else to be a personal maid.

According to Mrs. Yanis, personal maids are generally used to...

Isabel, of course, knew that Lily was innocent.

But for this very reason, she couldn't help but frown at that old knight who always laughed heartily and quietly remembered his name.

While Isabel was frowning, Lily realized for the first time that this princess actually possessed a certain dignity.

After Isabel put on a stern face, this girl, who seemed as shy and quiet as Miss Julia, actually revealed a faint sense of authority...

The girls chatted while they strolled around the villa.

After they had done a round and went downstairs, they saw Aiwass, who was quietly sleeping beside the record player.

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Aiwass, curled up in the wheelchair and sleeping, made Isabel subconsciously hold her breath.

Lily walked over on tiptoes, wanting to cover Aiwass with a blanket, but as soon as she got close, Aiwass suddenly opened his eyes quietly.

"I'm not asleep."

He said softly, with a slightly hoarse voice.

Liar, you've just woken up.

Isabel thought.

Aiwass's proficiency in Elvish was not high, so he paid attention during the lesson. He didn't cause any trouble, and the Elven Lecturer, who spoke in Elvish almost all the time, did not specifically ask Aiwass to stand and answer questions.

She simply fluttered about in front of the blackboard like a butterfly, constantly writing and drawing, detailing those extremely complicated grammatical rules. She led the students in reciting Elvish verses, repeatedly practicing that light, airy pronunciation as if speaking poetry, and continuously corrected the pronunciation of students who made errors.

Although this Elven instructor was merely a lecturer and ranked at the lowest level in Avalon's teaching hierarchy, equivalent to a recent doctoral graduate who remained at the school... her teaching ability turned out to be surprisingly good.

In less than two hours of class, Aiwass felt that his proficiency had improved significantly. Comparing it to his memories of self-studying Elvish before, he instantly realized... this was the enhancement to learning abilities after stepping into transcendence!

To be precise, it was the power of the Path of Devotion that had strengthened parts of his body and soul.

His logical thinking and imagination had not improved significantly... but at least in terms of memory, Aiwass felt a very obvious difference.

Next, there was the speed of his body's recovery. If it had been the old Aiwass, sitting motionless in a wheelchair all day would certainly have made him feel discomfort in his joints and fatigue in his muscles.

But now, he found it remarkably easy. He even had the faint sensation that even if he continued sitting still like this without using the Fire Rite Skill to recuperate, his physical condition would not decline at all.

Although Aiwass's panel did not display his basic attributes, he definitely felt the enhancement.

After class, Aiwass chatted leisurely with Aiden and others on the way, as per their earlier arrangement, and headed to the White Ballet Shoes Club.

The White Ballet Shoes Club was located in the sixth college. By the time Aiwass made his way there, Princess Isabel had already been anxiously waiting at the entrance for a long time.

She couldn't pretend to pass the time by watching the playground outside, like she had when waiting outside Aiwass's classroom previously.

There was nothing at the entrance of the White Ballet Shoes Club. There was only a bicycle shop, a musical instrument shop, and a store selling cigars and tobacco. Next to the club was a shop selling handmade sterling silver mechanical pencils and a bar.

There was nothing suitable for her to look at.

So Isabel simply stood at the entrance, looking very much like she was waiting for someone.

When Aiwass arrived, Isabel was handling inquiries from a senior who had come out of the club.

The senior obviously knew Isabel's identity. He was solemn with a dignified expression and a humble attitude.

He could have almost said, "Please don't hold it against me, it's not my fault."

It was clear at a glance that he had lost a bet and had been pushed forward by his friends.

What surprised Aiwass was that this time, Isabel's manner of speaking with strangers had visibly become much smoother.

Although she seemed somewhat nervous, she was fully capable of clearly expressing her thoughts. She wasn't shrinking back or overly polite as before.

Only, she was a bit reticent... she responded with a word or two to every couple of sentences from the other party, which made her appear somewhat aloof. Aside from that, she was nearly back to normal.

Aiwass gave a low hiss.

...Can my words have such a quick effect?

Can social anxiety really improve this fast? Effective in half a day?

He thought back to Isabel inadvertently revealing her aggressive side, and how their private communications seemed quite normal, not differing from the average person...

It seemed the only difference was that Isabel's mood had become notably better.

Aiwass suddenly realized.

——This Avalon princess wasn't actually socially anxious... she was simply lacking in social experience, combined with the immense pressure that made her withdraw into herself!

No wonder she didn't show too much hatred after the fall of Avalon. It wasn't that she had matured and kept her emotions suppressed, refraining from showing them to others...

It turns out she really didn't want to be a princess!