Sometime later, Vaan finished packing away the mountain of books in their allocated positions on the shelves after spending most of the day. He was finally free to read.
Nevertheless, with the arrival of the afternoon, a small group of first-year Apprentice Witches and second-year True Witches visited the library for extra study material.
“Wow, it’s so organized today,” a second-year True Witch uttered with astonishment, evidently surprised by the organized state of the library. “I don’t think Librarian Dahlia was responsible for this.
“Did Librarian Dahlia get a new assistant?”
As the young witches wondered, they scanned the library with their gazes before locking on to Vaan’s new face.
“Oh, wow! A handsome face!”
A few eyes lit up before the young witches scurried over to Vaan’s side and chirped around him like they were studying a new rare specimen—one that had a lean build without excessive muscle mass.
“Mm, mm! I think the academy’s ranking for the top five most handsome servants is going to change with this handsome’s appearance,” a True Witch nodded with approval as she checked Vaan out.
“Hey, handsome. Do you have a master yet?” another True Witch nudged Vaan with a flirtatious look and asked, “Would you like to follow me instead?”
“What kind of question is that, Sabrina? Of course, he must have a master to be allowed within the academy,” an Apprentice Witch corrected.
“So what if he has a master? Masters can also be changed,” the True Witch called Sabrina argued before turning back to Vaan. “What’s your name, handsome? What do you think of my offer? This Big Sister will certainly give you a good time.”
“No way! Don’t listen to her, Mr. Handsome. Following me is obviously the better choice. I’ll let you do whatever you want this body of mine~!” a third True Witch with brown hair and blue eyes showed off her amazing hourglass figure.
Although the group of witches appeared to be fighting over Vaan, peals of playful laughter echoed from them.
Only a naïve virgin boy would take their words seriously. It was clear to Vaan that the young ladies were only joking.
After all, they, themselves, were virgins, yet they were acting all experienced in the art of pleasure in front of him.
They were boasting in front of a master.
That being said, Vaan had to admit that the academy was filled with youthful and positive energy. It was a good start.
“My name is Vahn Cadieux, and I am not anyone’s servant, just a library assistant, here under Lord Helia’s recommendation and Headmaster Tabitha’s approval,” Vaan calmly introduced himself, unmoved by their advances. “For confirmation, you may turn to Lady Dahlia, my Ladies.”
Nevertheless, Vaan didn’t find it surprising that they assumed he was a servant. He was similarly dressed like one and not the attire for library assistants, which he had yet to change into.
“You’re the new library assistant?”
Sabrina and the others widened their eyes, checking out the orderliness of the library a second time before returning their attention to Vaan again.
“Handsome, capable, and well-mannered. I am taking a greater liking to you. Alas, you are under Librarian Dahlia. I don’t dare to snatch you from her, Vahn,” Sabrina sighed regretfully before saying, “Still, this Big Sister will come and see you often.”
The other two second-year True Witches also chimed in before Vaan commented with a smile, “I’m not sure how young miladies think I am, but I am twenty years old.”
“You’re… twenty?”
Sabrina and the other two second-year True Witches froze upon hearing Vaan’s claim. They were actually younger than him by a year.
“How can you maintain such a young face? You look sixteen for a man. What kind of special treatment are you using? Can I also learn it? I awakened a bit late, so I want to look at least a year younger,” Sabrina mentioned curiously before adding, “Euphenia teases me that I look old for my age.”
If one only looked at Vaan’s face, then he did look younger for his age.
However, Vaan was over six-feet tall, just like most witches of age and older. Their superior witch genes allowed them to grow to such heights, and it was considered the norm.
As such, witches generally looked down on men, literally.
“Hold on. Your face is natural, right?” the True Witch named Euphenia asked before adding further, “It wasn’t altered with magic or anything, right?”
“This is indeed how I naturally look,” Vaan smiled mysteriously before saying, “Although I can’t guarantee you will look younger, I do possess a particular set of skills that can keep miladies’ faces smooth and moisturized.”
“What kind of skills?” all three second-year True Witch and three first-year Apprentice Witch asked at once.
“Massaging skill. I can do some facial massages, which help nourish the face with pure mana from the surroundings and cleanse the dirty and impurity accumulated from physical combat lessons,” Vaan explained before saying, “If miladies are interested, you can seek me out later tonight.”
“Why not now?” Sabrina couldn’t help but ask.
“Because Teacher Cadieux will be tutoring me,” Cyrena Ashenborn coolly stated from behind the witch group, startling them.
As Sabrina and the others turned around in surprise, Cyrena Ashenborn strolled forward, shoving the young ladies aside before wrapping her arms around one of Vaan’s arms and staring defensively at the group.
“Teacher Cadieux will be busy teaching me. Please find someone else to bother,” Cyrena Ashenborn shooed away the group of witches, viewing them as a group of vixens that tried to steal away her teacher.
“Young Lady Cyrena? Vahn is your teacher?” Sabrina and the others uttered with greater surprise before they doubted Cyrena Ashenborn’s claim. “How can Vahn be your teacher?”
Sabrina and the others did not mean to look down on Vaan, but Cyrena Ashenborn took it as such due to their disbelief.
“Why can’t he be my teacher?” Cyrena Ashenborn retorted before criticizing their narrow outlook, “Who are you to say whether he can or can’t be my teacher? You don’t know anything about my Teacher Cadieux, and you don’t know anything about me.”
“Anyway, you are wasting my precious learning time, so go away and stop bothering us,” Cyrena Ashenborn said commandingly.
In their shock, Sabrina and the others subconsciously complied, shuffling away from the two.
However, they were baffled and amazed by Cyrena Ashenborn’s defensiveness. It was so rare for Lord Helia’s seventh daughter to speak, let alone speak for anyone in the academy.
They couldn’t help but become even more curious about Vaan.