Eliana was completely certain of one thing — her beauty enchantment.
Why wouldn't she be?
Men were such simple creatures.
She had long ago come to the conclusion that the world's strongest warriors, nobles, and even teachers could be undone by something as trivial as a tilt of her head or the curve of her lips.
A flash of cleavage, a suggestive sway of her hips, or even the innocent look of a cute pout — these were weapons sharper than blades and more dangerous than spells.
It had never failed her.
Of course when she faced against normal men, not men like the principal.
So, when her gaze landed on this Azel, the transfer student with unusually high attention from the principal, she thought the matter was settled before it even began.
Of course, he would fall. Her beauty was not something ordinary men could resist. Even women sometimes found themselves feeling inadequate in her presence.
