Isabella

The noise of two pieces of paper colliding with each other echoed as the book cover was held by a flawless thin, milky-white pair of hands. The person's palm glued towards the book as she placed the book atop the towering, countless book at the table.

The woman turned her head at the empty side corner of the table and realized she had read the textbook after only half a day passed. Her mind was still energetic, and she decided to study more by collecting books behind her. She enjoyed the peace and the silence permeated in the library. While she felt comfortable, for there was no one eyeing or near her in half a hundred meters circumference.

In addition, no one was grabbing the spotlight from her aside from a man who tried to have her attention by acting on reading books and spending all day in a library. She did not like him, and without letting herself take action to get rid of him, she called some girl in her class to get the man out of her sight.

She was unaware of what she had done, for she had spent most of the time all day studying and training. She was unaware a rumor of her getting sexually abused by Draven escalated and was now threatening the reputation of the high school. All it happened was because of her single order while the people tried to bootlick her by exaggerating her statements.

The "Get the man out of my sight" became "Let this man become an outcast" real quick. Although, if she had known about it, she could still not bother herself to give a care about the person, it was a different thing when it came to her reputation. However, she was being ignorant, and three days have passed since then.

"I should rest myself from time to time. My routine has become too much for me already, both for my mental and physical health. I should go grab some snacks and have a coffee at a coffee shop later," muttered Isabella. "Hmm… I should visit Master before going out of school."

She stood up and did not even bother to land her gaze on the pile of books at the table and did not concern herself to place it back on the bookshelves. She thought it should be placed back by the librarian since they have no other use aside from keeping the book in check.

The door opened with a creak, as it immediately returned to its previous position once no subject placed pressure to push and pull. Isabella took a deep sniff at the untainted air of the outdoors while enjoying her eyes after she opened them from the picturesque scenery.

She saw an enormous building on her left side with the school's name and logo glued at the top, creating an image of the building's purpose. On the right side was a straight path from the enormous building to the colossal gate which bordered the interior and the exterior of the school. Behind her was a vast library, which could accommodate all the students in the school.

The building formed a colossal dome arced to the back, as it covered all the necessities for the students to be provided. The facility, dorms, classroom, laboratory, mini library, and everything the student needs. Of course, there was a faculty for teachers and room for the principal, guidance, cashier, etc.

"I should probably have my lunch while relaxing before 1 p.m.," muttered Isabella. "Although I have already studied the lesson for the whole month. I should still return to be updated on the college entrance examination. My family hinted to me that the government might interfere with this."

Isabella remembered the conversation she had on the phone with her parents. They were far away from each other, so their only means of communication was through the phone. Isabella did not like to have her phone always with her, for it distracted her because of how addicted the phone was. It had all the entertainment it could provide, which was a complete waste of time for her.

She was easily distracted, which was one of her flaws. She was born and raised without having a tragic event happen to her once, even when the cataclysm attacked. Her family appeared to be prepared by it, as they became stricter by teaching her some martial arts.

In addition, there was a time her family purposely made her drink the blood of her Grandfather, the previous patriarch of the clan, which made her compatible with the breathing technique acquired by her Grandfather. She was held responsible later as an inheritor of the patriarch's position and as a successor of the breathing technique named Phoenix Glide.

However, her identity was hidden very well since Frank had only known his disciple to have parents in the same situation as Aiden's parents. The purpose she was sent out to study in a C-grade high school was because of Frank Edison, for the latter's rumor breathing technique related to speed.

Hence, her father placed attention on Frank, and his father suggested her daughter learn from a Peerless Master and spied him, which she accepted without complaints.

"This last time I can meet Master is after the college entrance exam. He teaches me enough, especially about speed, but my mission did not progress yet. The last barrier by asking him what his breathing technique was harder than I could imagine. I should probably ask him later."

Isabella walked in the direction of the colossal gate as she was mulling over how to ask about Frank's breathing technique.

"Let's forget about it. I should think about it later but have a snack, and coffee comes first," smiled Isabella brilliantly.

Her purple hair swayed from the mischievous winds while her pimple drew from her smile. She wore a high school uniform, but her skirt, which was supposed to show her thick, enticing, tempting thigh, was covered with her glued black shorts.

She was the only one who had permission to have this since it was understandable, given the boy's nature. There was even a time, a video where a boy was massaging his boner while staring fixedly at the image of Isabella's beautiful face and thick thighs on his cellphone. He was unaware he was being recorded by his dorm mates, so he was expelled once the video leaked.

"Huh? Why is there some burned area over there?"

Isabella turned her head and gazed at the area where Draven burned with his mischievous Ice Blue Flame. She knows that place, for it was also a place she spent quite some time relaxing once a week or twice a month. She felt a sting in her heart seeing a relaxing, beautiful place get charred without her knowing.

"Guard, why was it burned over there?"

Isabella asked once she saw the guards having a tired faces. He gazed at Isabella before rolling it back and was lost in thought again. However, five seconds later, he realized who the girl was asking after momentarily questioning himself if another trouble appeared. It appeared they came, for it was Isabella who stood while she furrowed her eyebrows, momentarily offended by the guard's disregard for her.

"I-I'm sorry, Madam! I have been dead tired after extinguishing such an enormous blazed for who knows what reason. As for your question, it was still being investigated by the Fire department's bureau," explained urgently by the Guard.

He stood with his head bowed forty-five degrees while his face was covered with sweat. He felt apprehensive and anxious about the person he offends he should not have.

"Hump! Useless! Next time be aware of my presence! You should even kowtow and lick the dust out of my shoes right now! Who told you that your worth is equivalent to my servant?! Only servants and other people should only bow down to me, while people like you peasants should know your boundaries and kowtow before me!"

Isabella was enraged as she raised her voice with a condescending tone. She felt disgusted watching the man in a close distance with dirt and blisters on his skin and clothes. It was already bliss enough for her to call him a guard and ask without an ordering tone, but she was ignored?!

If it was not because her mind was preoccupied with the scorched area, she might not have to bother landing a gaze to guard before walking out of the small passage uncaringly.

"Y-Yes, Madam!" stuttered the Guard as he shouted with his eyes closed. He then fixated on the shoes of Isabella, who moved forward, indicating he should lick it. The Guard gulped and peeked a glance at Isabella to which he received a terrifying glare.

He immediately lowered himself and licked the shoes while feeling bitter to himself as he questioned his life. He had to endure such humiliation, for he had a kid to provide food and shelter. He was a single father with a single daughter who dreamed of becoming a hero. He would do everything to support his daughter's dream, even if he had to make a sacrifice and sell his soul to the devil.

"Tsk! Stop, you bastard! Don't take advantage of me! Get off!"

Isabella kicked her pointy shoes off the Guard's head, and the latter groaned in pain as he comforted his reddened forehead with his hand. He watched Isabella's pair of legs moving towards the small passage to the outside world while tears flowed out and made rain on the ground.

Five minutes later, he stood up and tidied his clothes and appearance before giving a brilliant smile.

"I should buy cookies for my daughter later. I'm sure she will love it."

He remembers the only person who could remove the burden on his heart and encourage him to do better for her sake.