I Hadn't Expected My Talk Therapy to Work This Quickly

While chatting with Lily, Isabel quickly learned the maid's original surname.

Of course, it's also because Lily didn't choose to hide it.

" —Drost?"

Isabel frowned slightly upon hearing this. "He actually did such a thing?"

She was slightly angry when she heard this.

Because before this, she had always had a pretty good impression of Minister Drost. She even thought he was a rare good person among ministers.

—Charles Drost. This name belongs to the Kingdom's Minister of Trade.

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

He was always cheerful and laughed heartily, and was also very capable in his work. Most importantly, he was very respectful and loyal to the Queen. Even when facing Isabel, who was more timid at the time than she is now, the old man never looked down on her, but instead communicated with her as an equal.

At least when Her Majesty the Queen complained to Isabel about the ministers' incompetence and disloyalty to the kingdom, the name Drost rarely appeared in her speech.

This Old Knight was married and had children. His grandchildren are even now in university.

At such an advanced age, he was still out there having affairs with prostitutes and had left behind a child who was not much older than his grandchildren.

It's worth noting that Isabel even had a classmate of the same age, who was Drost's granddaughter.

She is nineteen years old and in the second grade.

Miss Lily is twenty-six years old and in first grade.

But in terms of their relationship, Lily is her aunt.

Even when the other party came to him with their child, old Drost simply gave away his fourteen-year-old illegitimate daughter to someone else as a personal maid.

According to Ms. Yanis, personal maids are generally used for...

Isabel knew, of course, that Lily was innocent.

But precisely because of this, Isabel couldn't help but frown at the Old Knight who was always laughing heartily. She secretly memorized his name.

When Isabel frowned, Lily realized for the first time that this Princess actually possessed an air of authority.

After Isabel put on a stern face, this girl, who looked as shy and quiet as Miss Yulia, actually revealed a faint air of authority...

The girls chatted as they strolled around the villa.

After they finished their walk around and went downstairs, they saw Iver sleeping quietly next to the record player.

Isabel instinctively held her breath as she watched Iver curled up asleep in his wheelchair.

Lily tiptoed over, intending to cover Iver with a blanket. But as she approached, Iver suddenly and quietly opened his eyes.

"I didn't sleep."

He spoke softly in a slightly hoarse voice.

Liar, he just woke up.

Isabel thought to herself.

But she quickly realized something else:

Is Iver's awareness... that shallow? Lily didn't make a sound, but he could sense Lily approaching him.

Just then, the electronic doorbell at the villa entrance rang.

Isabel instinctively reached for the door, but Lily immediately stopped her, saying, "Let me do it, Your Highness."

She opened the door and found it was Hai Na who had come to call Iver to class.

Hai Na peeked in through the door, her eyes filled with amazement and envy.

It was only then that Isabel realized it was already two o'clock. She quickly said goodbye to Iver and Lily, and also to Senior Hai Na, before rushing back to the Sixth Faculty —she hadn't yet asked for leave for her afternoon classes.

Lily took a clean towel and gently wiped the face of Iver was unable to move in his wheelchair.

Then she took him and followed Hai Na Haina to the afternoon classroom.

The afternoon class was a language class, taught in Elven Language. The textbook used was "Selected Eighty Poems of Stella".

When she saw it, Hai Na couldn't help but laugh out loud.

—Because this book was the one she stopped Iver from throwing into the fireplace when Iver first met. It was full of Iver's notes and highlights on key points and difficult concepts from his self-study.

Thinking back to that scene, Hai Na suddenly understood... why he was so knowledgeable about the founding history of the Stibium Kingdom and the Empire's war against superhumans this morning.

Iver is indeed a studious person. He missed school two months ago; there must be some reason he can't tell...

He probably made himself angry because I was two hours late, which made him a little grumpy, Hai Na thought.

After all, Iver is still a young man.

It's perfectly normal to lose your temper a little... ultimately, you were the one who was in the wrong first.

Thinking of this, Hai Na shook her head helplessly.

She reminded herself again.

—Don't be late next time.

She has never had a good sense of time. Before coming to the capital, her classmates said she was a child cursed by the Hourglass.

But in truth, Hai Na felt it was more of a blessing than a curse. She just hadn't used it properly.

Back then, Hai Na would often spend an entire afternoon reading, or several hours would slip by unnoticed while practicing fencing or running. Time seemed to fly by exceptionally easily for her. She felt nothing, nor did she feel tired, and she never slacked off or became distracted.

During her freshman year, she thought she was smart enough to just study casually, and almost failed. But when she got serious, her grades improved dramatically. What she relied on was this incredibly high learning efficiency, as if she had "skipped the process."

This also made Hai Na very aware of her own level.

She's not actually smart; she's just good at learning.

That's why she stopped being arrogant. In her view, those classmates who didn't really study and spent their days eating, drinking, and having fun were able to easily maintain their grades. They were much smarter than her.

After leaving university, she found it difficult to continue her studies. The environment wasn't as good anymore.

But her classmates were still able to adapt quickly to the new environment thanks to their intelligence and wit—which fully demonstrates that her level was not actually as outstanding as her grades.

Hai Na and Iver arrived at the classroom half an hour early. Elven Language was also a general course, so they used the academy's standard lecture hall.

Hai Na waited until the lecturer arrived, then went over and quietly explained Iver's situation to the elf lecturer before leaving.

Iver's understanding of Elven Language wasn't very good, so he paid close attention in class. He listened attentively and didn't cause any trouble. The Iver instructor, who spoke almost entirely in Elven Language, didn't call on Iver to answer any questions.

She flitted around the blackboard like a butterfly, constantly writing and drawing on it, writing down those extremely complex grammar rules. She led the students in reciting the elven poems, repeatedly experiencing the light, airy pronunciation of speaking as if reciting poetry, and constantly correcting students' pronunciation errors.

Although this elven instructor was merely a lecturer, the lowest rank in Avalon's faculty system—equivalent to a recent doctoral graduate who stayed on as a faculty member—her teaching skills were surprisingly good.

In less than two hours of lessons, Iver felt a significant improvement in his skills. Comparing this to his memories of Elven Language -studying Iver, he immediately realized... this was the enhancement of his learning ability after entering the extraordinary realm! To be precise, it was the power of the Dedication Path that had strengthened a part of his body and soul.

His logical thinking and imagination had not improved significantly... but at least in terms of memory, Iver felt that he had become very different.

Secondly, there's the speed of physical recovery. If it were the old Iver, and he had to sit motionless in a wheelchair all day, he would definitely feel discomfort in all his joints and fatigue in his muscles.

But now, he felt very relaxed. He even had a vague feeling that even if he sat there motionless and didn't use the Sacrificial Fire Method to restore his health, his physical strength would not decline in the slightest.

Although Iver's panel did not display his basic attributes, he did feel an improvement.

After class, Iver, as they had agreed beforehand, chatted with Aiden and the others on the way to the White Shoes Club.

The White Shoes Club was located in the Sixth Faculty. Therefore, by the time Iver arrived, Princess Isabel had already been waiting anxiously at the door for quite some time.

Here, she couldn't pass the time by pretending to look at the playground outside, just like she had when she was waiting at the door of the Iver classroom.

There was nothing in front of the White Shoes Club. Only a bicycle shop, a musical instrument shop, and a cigar and tobacco shop. Next to the club was a shop selling handmade sterling silver mechanical pencils and a bar.

No matter where she looks, it's inappropriate.

So Isabel simply stood at the door, confidently acting as if she was waiting for someone.

When Iver arrived, Isabel was dealing with a senior student who came out of the club to inquire about the situation.

The senior student clearly knew Isabel's identity. He was solemn, his expression grave, and his attitude humble.

They were practically saying, "Please don't hold a grudge against me, it has nothing to do with me."

It's obvious at a glance that he probably failed in the lottery and was recommended by his friends.

To Iver's surprise, Isabel's tone of voice became noticeably more fluent when Isabel spoke with strangers this time.

Although she still seemed somewhat nervous, she was able to express her thoughts clearly and completely. She was no longer so timid or overly polite.

He's just a bit quiet... he only replies to one sentence every two or three sentences, which makes him seem a bit aloof. Other than that, he's practically a normal person.

Iver hissed softly.

... My talk therapy worked so quickly? Social anxiety can be cured so fast? Effective in just half a day? He recalled Isabel's unintentional display of aggression earlier, and their perfectly normal, indistinguishable tone when they spoke privately...

It seems that the only difference between before and after is that Isabel's mood has clearly improved.

Iver suddenly realized.

—This Princess of Avalon isn't actually socially awkward at all...it's just that she lacks social experience and has become withdrawn due to immense pressure! No wonder she didn't show much hatred after Avalon was destroyed. It wasn't that she had matured and was suppressing her emotions, not showing them to outsiders...

So she really didn't want to be the Princess! Update complete! Promoting a friend's new book, a little sacrifice to stabilize sales! Title: * I Became Light in American Comics *

He can use his telekinesis to push back tsunamis, his light to ignite planets, and he can travel faster than the speed of light through interstellar space—a miraculous giant of light.

Superman: "He is an inspiring idea, a light in the darkness."

Wonder Woman: "He was a glorious warrior."

Batman remained silent and quietly created a new "Ultraman Rampage Contingency Plan".

Steppenwolf (struggling to climb back to Apokolips): "No, Ultraman is too strong!"

Shen You: "Don't listen to their nonsense. I'm just an ordinary scientist from the Land of Light; I don't have their kind of power."