Since the Hundred-Academy Exchange Meeting would last nearly a month and had yet to officially begin, most people were still taking things easy.
Throughout the Magic Tower, students could be seen chatting in small groups, strolling around, and getting familiar with their surroundings. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.
Except for Greg.
"Hey, you damn cowgirl! I know you can walk on your own, so get up and go upstairs yourself! I need to find my own dorm too!"
After dropping off all the girls' luggage in the residential area, Greg was still carrying a woman who reeked of alcohol on his back.
With too many people using the elevator, he could only struggle up the spiral staircase inside the Magic Tower. Fine beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.
Olivia lay on his back with her arms draped loosely around his neck. Her long, wine-red waves swayed beside his face with every step he took, giving off a scent that mingled alcohol with some sort of floral fragrance.
Though drunkenness had flushed her cheeks, her refined, mature features still possessed a peerless beauty.
"I refuse. Those people upstairs always think an outstanding woman like me somehow can't attract men. Today, I can use that face of yours to show off a little."
Olivia lay on Greg's back, her voice carrying drunkenness and a strange sense of smug satisfaction.
Greg's temples throbbed:
"Don't you think getting caught up in rumors with your own student is worse than not being able to attract men?!"
"What's the big deal~? It's not like it'll cost you a piece of flesh..."
"It'll cost me plenty of pieces! I might even end up chopped into pieces someday!"
As Greg engaged in this pointless tug-of-war with the Academy Head on his back, he rounded