Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats-Chapter 70: Restraining Order

Sarah stood frozen, her eyes darting nervously between Ambrose and Hualing. The maid’s murderous glare left little doubt - if Sarah didn’t follow through with summoning Lysander, she might not live to regret it. Taking a steadying breath, she reached for the communication talisman Lysander had given her. She decided to call for Lysander, after all, Lysander was from the ten great families, even if the opponent was also from the ten great families, they wouldnt give him a hard time…Right? She reassured herself. Surely they can work this out between nobles.

After sending her message, an awkward silence descended over the group. Sarah shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of Ambrose’s unwavering smile. Every time she glanced at Hualing, those predatory eyes promised swift violence, forcing her to quickly look away. Marcus proved no help, seemingly finding the passing clouds endlessly fascinating.

This is so awkward, she thought, silently willing Lysander to arrive faster. As if summoned by her desperation, a familiar figure appeared in the distance. Relief flooded through her at the sight of her young master approaching - until she noticed how his confident stride faltered upon recognizing the group, particularly when Ambrose offered a friendly wave.

Lysander approached with measured steps, his mind racing. When he’d first received Sarah’s message about someone wanting to discuss recruitment, he’d dismissed it as some minor noble’s attempt to curry favor. Never had he imagined confronting the Rothschild heir himself. The pieces clicked into place - he’d seen Marcus with this group earlier but assumed the warrior was simply showing off to the young master by how he had decide to fight the flame serpent solo. The reality that the Rothschild heir had personally recruited Marcus changed everything.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he realized the gravity of his mistake. Although he came from one of the ten great families, he wasn’t even the heir. Yet here he was, having attempted to poach someone from the heir of the strongest king family. He felt as though his life had come to an end. He wondered how he should appologize, hopping that Ambrose wasn’t petty.

When he reached the group, he cupped his fists and bowed slightly. "I greet the young master!" He then rose as he spoke, "I hope my subordinate hasn’t offended you."

Ambrose looked at him thoughtfully. So this was the guy, he thought, he remembered him since he had a descent talent, he also recognized him from the dungeon exam where he’d seen him running from the flame serpent. He smiled at Lysander’s words - the other noble was trying to push all the blame onto his subordinate, but Ambrose wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

"Oh, far from it. In fact, I was quite intrigued when she mentioned your... personal interest in my friend. Since you went through such effort to approach Marcus, I thought we should discuss this directly. After all, we’re both from the great families - it would be terribly awkward if there were any... misunderstandings."

Lysander’s smile turned nervous as he realized he was being backed into a corner. It seemed that the other party wasn’t willing to let the matter go that easily. But he had another trick up his sleeve. Without warning, he spun and delivered a sharp slap to Sarah, sending her crashing to the ground. "How dare you use my name to trick others!" he thundered.

Sarah lay there stunned, her mind spinning. What happened? Who am I? Where am I? She had thought that since they were both from the ten great families, the situation could be resolved easily. But why did everything look so different from what she’d imagined? Her young master seemed to be trying to appease him instead. She looked up at Ambrose, truly wondering for the first time who he was.

Ambrose observed the scene with quiet satisfaction. Lysander was quite quick-witted, shifting all blame to Sarah. If Ambrose pursued the matter now, he’d look like the bad guy. He sighed softly before fixing Sarah with a cold stare.

"My friend here was stalked and harassed by her all day and couldn’t concentrate. I hope you keep your dogs on a leash," he said, his polite tone doing nothing to mask the threat in his words. This should be enough, he thought. Marcus didn’t seem particularly shrewd and might eventually be tricked by this childhood friend, so it was best to get a restraining order and establish clear boundaries now.

Lysander bowed slightly. "Of course. It won’t happen again."

"Good," Ambrose said simply, turning to leave with his group.

Lysander watched them depart, his voice carrying just loud enough to be heard. "So that’s the Rothschild heir."

Sarah, still on the ground, felt her face drain of color. "Rothschild heir?" she whispered. Even though commoners didn’t know much about noble powers and politics, everyone knew one simple rule - never mess with the Rothschilds.

Lysander looked down at her with a mix of pity and warning. "It’s better to entirely forget about your childhood friend. If something were to happen, even I couldn’t save myself, let alone you."

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In the elegant confines of her villa room, Liu Meihua sat at her ornate desk, her fingers absently tracing the edges of a leather-bound notebook. The luxurious surroundings still felt surreal – crystal chandeliers, silk curtains, and hand-carved furniture that exceeded anything she’d experienced in either of her lives. A wry smile crossed her features as she appreciated the scene, her knowledge of the story might be crumbling, but at least she was living in comfort while it happened.

Her amusement faded as she returned her attention to the book before her, its pages filled with her careful documentation of every plot point she could remember. The familiar weight of anxiety settled in her chest as she contemplated how dramatically events had already deviated from the original narrative. Ambrose’s protection, while valuable, seemed increasingly insufficient against the looming threats she knew were approaching.

"The upcoming arcs..." she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of trepidation. Though grateful for finding refuge in Ambrose’s party, she harbored no illusions about the challenges ahead. The story’s major events might bend, but they wouldn’t break entirely – and that meant preparing for the worst while hoping her knowledge remained relevant enough to provide an edge.

Her eyes drifted to the ornate clock mounted in the corner, its steady ticking a reminder of how easily she’d fallen back into her reclusive habits. Even in this new world, she’d maintained her tendency toward isolation. But circumstances demanded change – extended seclusion would only invite unwanted scrutiny, especially with the next story arc rapidly approaching.

Rising from her chair with newfound determination, Meihua smoothed her robes and moved toward the door. Her fingers closed around the handle as she took a steadying breath. "Time to face whatever comes next," she murmured, drawing comfort from the weight of knowledge recorded in her notebook. She might not be able to prevent every catastrophe, but she could at least try to stay one step ahead of them.