Never mention gifts from other girls in front of your girlfriend. That was a red line.
Even a fool like Zheng Qing knew how dangerous that red line was.
So when he heard Ilena's question, he remained outwardly calm, but inside he was panicking wildly, unsure how to answer. Even though he had harbored no other thoughts when he accepted those two gifts, he now felt completely at a loss.
Fortunately, Ilena did not press the issue.
Her attention quickly shifted from "who gave the gift" to "why had his talisman gun been confiscated."
"And why did the school confiscate your talisman gun?" The witch frowned slightly, puzzled by the explanation in the school's earlier announcement. "If the talisman bullets are what's really powerful, shouldn't they have taken your bullets?"
Zheng Qing rubbed the tip of his nose. While inwardly relieved, he began hesitating over whether to tell the witch about the blood talismans—but even if he wanted to explain, he could not. He himself did not know why the talisman bullets were so powerful.
In the end, the boy gave an awkward laugh and vaguely replied, "My talisman bullets are rather special. They couldn't confiscate them... so they had no choice but to take my talisman guns. But it's fine. I still have my slingshot, and it can be useful when necessary. Besides, because the talisman bullets are too powerful, many of the inscriptions on my two talisman guns have already been worn away. The school said they'd help repair them when they took them."
The witch puffed out her cheeks, looking unexpectedly cute.
"I have a talisman gun here—a Beretta Double Barrel. It's a little old, but it still performs well. Do you want to take it for now, just in case?" she suggested.
Zheng Qing immediately laughed.