Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Demonic Shadow

The phrase “enemies on a narrow road” could not be more fitting for Yin Shaoqing.

She had just told the system to blacklist Celis, yet a moment later, the smiling magic instructor assigned her and Celis as desk mates.

“Celis, maybe we should go plead with the teacher to reassign your seat.” Princess Kentya’s face was deathly pale. She tugged at her friend’s arm, her heart aching with both sympathy and anger. To an outsider, it would seem as if she was the unlucky one paired with the Tyrant of the Heim family.

Celis glanced at the little lolita, who remained completely unresponsive to their words. She subconsciously bit her lip, a flash of resentment crossing her eyes. The heir of the Heim family completely ignored her existence. Yin Shaoqing was simply sprawled on the desk, sleeping; Celis thought that this person probably didn’t even know who her desk mate was.

“No, I’m not leaving.” The proud princess decided she would use her strength to prove that the Heim heir was making a grave mistake by looking down on her.

“Celis?” Princess Kentya’s eyes widened, unable to understand why her gentle, kind friend insisted on staying near the Tyrant and suffering. She gasped, “But she kills people!”

It was no secret among the nobility that the Tyrant of the Heim family killed at a whim. How could Kentya feel at ease leaving her friend beside such a lunatic?

Celis’s expression shifted slightly. Admittedly, she was afraid, but… at the thought of Senior Ladon…

“Dear Kentya, thank you for looking out for me.” Celis embraced her friend, gently patting the innocent little princess. She smiled reassuringly, “I will not fear her. I am powerful too.”

Dazzled by the princess’s smile, the little princess instantly cheered up. “Mhm, I believe in you, Celis!” She clenched her fists to cheer her friend on. Looking up at the tall, beautiful, and noble blonde princess, the simple-minded Kentya felt a faint blush creep onto her cheeks. She knew nothing could defeat Celis. Celis was the best!

“Good grief, what is this middle-school chuunibyou pep rally?” Not only was Yin Shaoqing annoyed, but even the Fat Calico Cat felt its skin crawl with goosebumps. Dear “kiddos,” you aren’t four or five; you’re sixteen or seventeen. What are you playing at?

“Why bother with them?” Yin Shaoqing kept her eyes closed, calculating how to discipline her bold familiar when she got back. She couldn’t allow herself to be scooped up and carried away by that tall demoness every time she stepped out the door.

“Well, Host, you’ve got your work cut out for you~” The cat had already given up. It would let its host do as she pleased…

As the school bell rang, the noisy classroom fell silent. Celis, who had been whispering with Kentya, was forced to return stiffly to her seat. She moved toward Yin Shaoqing with visible reluctance. Due to their excellent entrance exam scores, the instructor had placed them in the first row by the window.

Celis was a girl who loved life and scenery; the window seat was originally her favorite spot. But now, a repulsive person sat beside her. As the proud princess hesitated to sit down, Yin Shaoqing, who had been napping, suddenly used magic to levitate her desk and chair.

“I should go by the door. Otherwise, that stupid half-demon will definitely charge into my classroom the moment class ends, believe it or not?”

“I believe it,” the cat rolled its eyes. Of course it believed it; given how clingy that half-demon was, she’d not only charge in but likely stuff her master into her embrace. That thing was a total infatuate!

Unaware of Yin Shaoqing’s actual thoughts, the rest of the class—including Celis—assumed the Tyrant was moving her desk out of pure loathing for the princess. Celis’s emerald eyes filled with humiliated tears. She had never been so blatantly shunned!

“Alright, alright.” The magic instructor felt awkward. Neither of these two was someone a low-level instructor could afford to provoke. However, given the princess’s pitiable state and her sterling reputation—so different from Yin Shaoqing’s notoriety—the instructor decided to meddle.

“Yin, why are you changing seats?”

There are always people who, emboldened by the indulgence of others, recklessly invade the comfort zones of others. Yin Shaoqing had zero patience for such people. She snorted coldly and said without mercy, “I simply hate being desk mates with anyone from the Vattel family.”

Not every crying child gets candy; sometimes, they get a stinging slap. The princess, accustomed to being the center of the universe, was dazed by the retort. She actually began to shed tears, sobbing aggrievedly, “But I haven’t done anything to you…”

Celis felt insulted. She had never done anything “bad”; why was she being subjected to such abuse?

The answer was simple. Facing this “White Lotus” hypocrite, Yin Shaoqing delivered a blunt line: “Your very existence makes me nauseous.”

If one wants to play the saint to gain a good reputation, one must be prepared to be cursed at once the act is seen through. Moreover, the stench of the second princess’s soul made Yin Shaoqing’s head ache. That rot was more foul than the Demonic Shadows that lived on carrion.

“This is too much! How can you talk to Celis like that!” Princess Kentya stood up in a rage, trying to defend her friend.

“I just did—what are you going to do about it?” Yin Shaoqing mocked these childish nobles. A flash of malice crossed her obsidian eyes. A life lacking fear and screams was far too dull. Why not make this miserable school life interesting herself?

“Teacher, I recall that the first class for freshmen includes a magic exam, right?” The cute lolita flashed a charming smile. That smile made the instructor’s hair stand on end. He was drenched in cold sweat, but under the Tyrant’s gaze, he trembled and didn’t dare move. The poor instructor was like a rabbit pinned by a deep-abyss troll, facing the risk of being shredded at any moment.

“Why don’t we start the exam right now?”

The faces of every student, including Celis, turned pale instantly. Their legs went weak. The so-called magic exam was magical combat. Everyone wore a score plate; defeating an opponent earned you their points. Usually, there were three outcomes: one person with overwhelming power takes all; students form groups for collective points; or a few top-tier students reach a stalemate.

But now, facing the Tyrant of the Heim family, no one dared to suggest they could win even if they banded together. Even Celis didn’t want a direct confrontation. It was too terrifying.

“Teacher… what do you say~” Yin Shaoqing was delighted. The thought of witnessing everyone’s terror filled her with joy. How could the poor little rabbit dare to say no?

The trembling instructor stammered, “Y-yes, the exam starts now.”

Palm-sized magic scoreboards were pasted onto every student like death notices.

“Mm-hm~” The exquisite lolita watched those terrified faces, her slender white finger tapping rhythmically. Who should I start with~

The students pointed at by her finger were so scared their legs gave out, but they were eventually passed over. Almost everyone was praying she wouldn’t point at them. These poor lambs had completely forgotten to band together; facing a hungry wolf, they only knew how to shiver. It was pathetic.

The scythe of death finally fell upon Princess Kentya, who had been so indignant for her friend. The demon opened her eyes with a wicked grin. She wanted to see if the noble princess, whom Kentya defended so fiercely, would dare to step forward when Kentya was being tortured.

Kentya was stunned. Before the fear could even fully register, an ugly, foul-smelling Demonic Shadow bit her ankle. The shadow had just finished eating the carrion of a magical beast, and viscous, stinking blood still clung to its dark teeth. When magical beast blood enters a human body, it’s like salt on an open wound—the pain made her roll on the ground in a non-stop wail.

“AAAAHHH!!!” Terror and pain stripped the proud princess of her noble dignity and etiquette. She struggled like a madwoman. The Demonic Shadow, provoked by its prey’s thrashing, grew even more savage. It pinned the girl down with its claws and began to tear into her, biting from her ankle up to her shoulder. Like a rabbit being skinned alive, Kentya howled in spasms.

“Tsk.” Yin Shaoqing rubbed her ear, which was ringing from the screaming. A flash of impatience crossed her eyes. It turned out that even a noble princess made such ugly screams when being flayed; she was disappointed.

Kentya, twisting like a blood-soaked gourd, shrieked for help from the others. And Celis—her best friend—save her! Save her!

Alas, Celis, her face ashen and even beginning to retch, averted her eyes. Sorry, Kentya, I can’t save you, or the Heim lunatic will kill me too. The beautiful princess shed tears like an angel, praying sorrowfully for Kentya. She hoped she would pass in peace and without pain.

Her indifference and hypocrisy finally registered in Kentya’s eyes. A desperate, rasping “hurr-hurr” sound came from the girl’s throat. She remembered her quiet, obedient maid, a girl she had grown up with. One day, the maid had accidentally spilled warm tea on Celis’s snow-white skirt. Even though the maid kowtowed until her forehead was bloody, begging for mercy, Kentya had angrily bound her limbs and thrown her alive into the kennel of demonic hounds. Together with Celis, she had watched as the girl was torn apart bite by bite by seven man-sized hounds.

That screaming had satisfied Kentya immensely. She felt it was justified. No one could disrespect her Princess Celis, not even a maid who was like a sister to her.

Anya, did you hurt this much, too?

Princess Kentya, her limbs bitten off, spat blood as her eyes glazed over. She seemed to see her maid, the quiet Anya, crouching beside her with a gaping maw, tearing at her flesh.

“Forgive me, Anya…” Repenting in the face of death, Kentya’s tears mingled with blood. If she had a second chance, she would never throw Anya into the hounds. She truly regretted it.

Unfortunately, not every repentance deserves forgiveness.

The ugly Demonic Shadow perched on her body broke into a horrifying grin and spoke in a gentle female voice: “Sorry, Kentya, I will never forgive you.”

The once-kind maid would rather sacrifice her soul to the abyss and become a man-eating monster just to tear her enemy apart piece by piece. All of this was caused by nothing more than the petty rage of a noble.

The Fat Calico Cat watched coldly as Kentya was shredded. It knew that its host, who was currently giggling with delight, would demand Kentya’s soul back from the abyss to resurrect her. But the agony of being shredded would be seared into the depths of her soul, never to be erased.

“You see, this is the difference between the Heim family and other nobles.” The lolita looked at the carnage and licked her lips in intoxication. When other nobles are angry, they kill innocent commoners. But when the Heim family is angry, they summon demons and contract familiars. Then, when they are bored, they release those monsters to shred their enemies, letting blood bloom into beautiful flowers for their appreciation.

When justice and order are defiled by those ugly nobles, the Heim contracts become the only path to revenge for those who died with grievances.

“The more they stay on their high horses, looking down on commoners and considering themselves ‘justice,’ the stronger the Heim family becomes,” the Vice-Principal, who had a decent relationship with the lolita, had once said. But obviously, those arrogant nobles would never admit their mistakes. Unless the mages of the Heim family taught them a lesson.

Like right now…

Carnage and terror grew into a vivid Moon Rose. With its cloying fragrance, the rose was snapped by the Demonic Shadow and placed on its bald, black head—which had nothing but a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Lovely Anya—she too had loved beauty and once tried to secretively use a Moon Rose to dress herself, only to be mocked by Kentya, who shaved her head bald.

“Kentya, am I beautiful?” Facing the pile of shredded meat, the Demonic Shadow let out a shrill laugh. What a shame—the current you can’t shave my hair anymore, hahaha~

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