Get Principal Theresa on the Line (Continued)

But who cared?

Amber certainly didn't. Once wasn't enough for her, so she went back and forth between the sauna and the ice lake three more times, until every trace of fatigue had been drained from her body and she could no longer squeeze out even a shred of strength from between her fingers.

She rolled over and went to bed.

That night's sleep was better than ever. When Amber woke the next day, she felt light all over. She got up, rinsed her mouth, braided her hair, then pulled open the curtains in high spirits and began handling her secretarial duties.

First things first.

Handle Theresa's anger.

Her communicator was practically being blown up by calls. If she hadn't needed to remain at St. Freya, Theresa would have personally charged into headquarters to start a fight long ago.

Amber's job was to soothe the principal as best she could.

"Lady Theresa."

"Cut the crap. Get him out here!"

Theresa's expression was utterly severe, finally carrying the authority expected of a principal.

"What the hell is this 'Emperor of Schicksal'? I sent him to intern on the Hyperion, and he ran off over a single mission. Then headquarters issued an announcement that the noble ruler Zhao Bai had arrived in Schicksal, which would forever remain loyal to him?"

"Lady Theresa, please calm down."

"Where's my grandpa? Why hasn't he said a word? Is he dead or something?"

"Lord Otto is in seclusion."

"..."

What bullshit. Even though Theresa knew little about world cultures and had only played Chinese mobile games for a while, she knew that only Chinese people liked to go into seclusion!

Her grandfather, Otto, the Bishop of Schicksal, was clearly European!

Amber shouldn't dream of fooling Theresa with such petty tricks. She insisted on seeing either Zhao