Ritsuka Fujimaru: Damn that former Director! I'll wipe out his entire clan ten generations deep! (1W2

Beneath the desk, a pair of exquisite white high heels was faintly visible, their ankles slender and alluring.

Most eye-catching of all was the demonic tail swaying restlessly behind the counselor.

Ethereal blue flames burned along its length, while its tip was surprisingly shaped like a playful peach heart, tracing tempting yet deadly arcs through the dimness.

The only imperfection was that the heart-shaped tail tip seemed to be missing a piece, leaving behind a neat bite mark that somehow lent it a flawed, cruel beauty.

However, every student who entered could not help but feel an indescribable doubt upon seeing this beauty for the first time.

Why... was there a dark purple-black fist mark, sharply outlined, around this elegant lady's left eye socket?

"Since you're here, please sit. I'm the counselor here, Constance. You... have any memories you want burned away?" The woman chuckled softly, her voice languid and husky, as though that exaggerated black eye had never existed.

"Yes." With that cool reply, a tall young woman walked up to the desk.

Without ceremony, she pulled out a chair and sat down. Her legs, wrapped in extremely thin black stockings, crossed elegantly as she assumed a textbook leg-crossing pose.

As she moved, the black stockings clung tightly to the beautiful contours of her legs, revealing a heart-stirring hint of flesh tone where they slightly pressed into her thighs.

The tip of her exquisite high heel tapped lightly against the floor, exuding an innate pride and coldness.

"I want you to burn away every piece of unofficial history I have read about Demiurge." Great Herta crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and nodded heavily, her violet eyes full of disgust and helplessness.

As a Wisdom Envoy, Great Herta had never imagined that perfect recall could sometimes be a