Melina wore a predominantly white dress that day, trimmed with pale blue lace. Its hem fell just above her knees, revealing a stretch of fair skin.
Black over-the-knee socks hugged the contours of her legs, and she wore little brown leather shoes.
Her disguised appearance looked quiet and demure, like a well-behaved honor student, but the moment she opened her mouth, her impish nature shone straight through.
Yet Greg showed no sign of delight at the sight of such an adorable junior.
He knew better than anyone just how dangerous this woman named Melina was.
More importantly, he suddenly remembered that, with everything keeping him so busy, he had completely forgotten to warn Academy Head Olivia not to let Melina transfer to Glory Kail.
But it was probably too late to say anything now.
The five Deans had likely already agreed on where Melina would go, and the outcome was probably the same as in the original story.
Besides, even if he had a chance to warn Olivia, he had no evidence whatsoever linking Melina to the Demon King Cult.
If he went to Olivia and said, "This woman is dangerous. Don't let her transfer here," someone as unflappable as Olivia would probably brush it off. She might even turn around and laugh at him for being too suspicious.
So Greg could only accept the fact that she would soon become his junior for real.
But accepting it was one thing. He still had to keep his distance.
"Sorry, Melina, but I've got something to take care of later. I can't really stay and chat, so I'll be going now."
As Greg spoke, he quickened his pace, trying to shake off his tail.
"Aww-what do you need to do? Maybe I could help?"
Melina was entirely unfazed by his coldness