Chapter 30: The Pinnacle of Trashy Behavior, the Wicked Woman Ups Her Game

"Move aside. If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving."

Shia didn’t care if you were a princess or someone’s granddaughter—before him, you were just another person. Different social standings merely represented different starting points; life itself was equal.

He had no intention of catering to Violet's emotions, especially when it was someone he didn’t particularly care for.

Faced with Shia’s cold indifference, Violet involuntarily took a step back. For the first time, she felt a sense of oppression emanating from this commoner boy.

How was that even possible?

She was royalty, the noble Princess of Silver Moon, while he was just a commoner. How could someone like her feel oppressed by someone like him? And worse, she had retreated before him.

It was as if a loud slap had landed squarely on her face.

Biting her lip, Violet felt humiliated.

But Shia remained unmoved.

'You clearly had a thousand better ways to deal with me, yet you chose the worst one.'

'If that’s the case, why should I indulge you?'

As the tense atmosphere lingered, a new person appeared to break the stalemate.

Lilith felt it was necessary to check up on her little sheep of a knight, worried he might lose his way in this enormous Seven Shields Academy. And what if he wandered into some other woman’s bed? That would be a disaster.

After all, she had nurtured him for years. Even a stray cat or dog would develop feelings over time.

But when she arrived at the scene, Lilith’s gaze was immediately drawn to Violet.

Her silver hair was cool and noble, her supermodel figure oozed elegance, and those white stockings! That icy treat!

'I want to lick them.'

While Lilith walked toward Shia, her eyes remained fixed on Violet's legs. She imagined holding those thigh-high boots in her hands or even having them press down on her face.

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Her excitement nearly caused her to faint as a flood of R-rated scenarios flooded her mind.

Of course, fantasies were one thing. No matter how much of a degenerate Lilith was inside, she knew how to act outwardly. Years of grooming had made her the picture of a reliable upperclassman.

Lilith folded her hands neatly at her abdomen, stepped back with her right foot into a graceful T-stance, and slightly inclined her head while bending her knees.

Dressed in a golden-haired red dress, she moved with the elegance of an aristocratic young lady, her every gesture embodying the refined etiquette of an ancient noble family.

This was the greeting style of the Guen family ladies, distinct from other noble daughters.

"Greetings, junior," she said.

Compared to Shia’s lack of manners, the behavior of this senior immediately revealed her good upbringing. Naturally, Violet found her hard to dislike.

Violet instantly recognized the noble etiquette of the Guen family. Her gaze swept over Lilith, taking in her silk red dress, poised demeanor, striking features, and warm, sunny temperament.

She remembered hearing about a certain Guen family heiress currently attending Seven Shields Academy. This must be her.

Assessing Lilith’s background and demeanor, Violet mentally stamped her as "one of us." After that, she became much more polite.

"Greetings, senior."

Her fair hands clasped together in front of her as she slightly bent her knees, legs together, though she did not lower her head. This was the etiquette of the Silver Moon Royal Family toward noble ladies. A princess would only bow her head to royalty from another kingdom.

Lilith stepped forward and enthusiastically took Violet’s soft, fair hands in her own. Her hands were smooth and delicate, as soft as jade, almost addictive to touch.

As Lilith discreetly caressed her hands, her face remained composed, radiating the maturity and grace of a senior.

'So soft.'

Lilith narrowed her eyes in satisfaction but betrayed nothing on her face as she introduced herself.

"I’m Lilith, eldest daughter of the Guen family and also your senior. Please feel free to call me Lilith."

"Senior Lilith," Violet replied smoothly.

"This here is my childhood friend, Shia. Do you know each other?" Lilith asked, glancing at Shia.

Violet didn’t respond, only forcing an awkward smile. As a princess, it wouldn’t do her royal dignity any good to outright complain about a commoner, especially one who was her senior’s childhood friend.

Still, her displeased expression made it clear that something had happened between them.

Lilith wasn’t blind.

"Did he offend you?" she pressed.

Violet remained silent.

But Lilith was already convinced of her assumption. Without bothering to understand the context or reasons behind their conflict, she immediately barked an order at Shia.

"Apologize to this junior right now!"

Facing Shia, Lilith's demeanor was completely different. Her expression was impatient, and her clear, pleasant voice turned sharp and demanding.

As for figuring out what had actually happened or who was at fault, that wasn’t part of Lilith’s thought process. With her little sheep, she always had the same approach: force Shia to bow his head and apologize first, then deal with everything else—like building a rapport with Violet.

The difference between her respectful kindness toward Violet and her dismissive annoyance toward Shia couldn’t have been starker.

Lilith was the pinnacle of being trashy. To call her garbage was an insult to garbage.

If this were a game, the only choices would be "apologize" or "bow down," offering no path to fairness.

Never mind that Violet was the one who had blocked his path first and made arrogant assumptions later—why should he have to apologize?

But that’s how game developers are: they don’t care about fairness, only about raising your blood pressure.

This, however, was reality.

Shia was a living, breathing person with autonomy and the ability to make his own decisions.

And so, Shia decisively chose to ignore them.

It was as if he hadn’t heard a word.

'You want me to, huh? Over my dead body.'

One second passed. Then two. Then three.

The air was deathly silent.

Shia said nothing, simply standing there, silently staring at the two girls blocking his way. One was his nominal fiancée and a trashy woman to boot. The other was a self-important princess. Both of them annoyed him equally.

Apologize? Why? He hadn’t done anything wrong. Why should he lower his head?

Naturally, Shia chose to ignore it all.

Lilith had been waiting for Shia to apologize so she could use the opportunity to strike up a conversation with her new junior. Who would’ve thought that her usually obedient little sheep would outright defy her orders now?

Feeling embarrassed, Lilith grew furious, her gaze sharpening.

"Shia Ya, you’re a grown man, and you’re arguing with a girl? Have you forgotten the chivalry code I taught you!?”

In the past, to entice Shia into working for her, Lilith always addressed him affectionately as “Shia,” or even “darling.” Calling him by his full name was a rare occurrence.

'Oh, so now she’s buffing herself?'

'Moral manipulation in progress'