It is said that Superman changed the world when he flew across the sky, and when Superman stopped flying, the world changed again… It was the third morning since Superman's absence.
Vincent woke up to the soft call of his scarlet maid, Wanda. He yawned as he got up, opening his ice-silver eyes that held a divine indifference, and subconsciously rubbed his head of fluffy, flowing silver hair.
"Master, what happened to your hair and eyes?!" Wanda looked at Vincent in surprise, her small mouth slightly agape.
"It's nothing. From now on, I might inexplicably turn like this every night; don't worry about it." Vincent blinked. He had already shown her his extraordinary abilities when he dug Wanda out of the ruins with his bare hands earlier.
Unexpectedly, Wanda stared intently at Vincent's silver hair, her adorable eyes sparkling with an unusual brilliance: "So beautiful…"
Vincent: "…"
Never mind, he wouldn't bicker with the little maid.
Vincent went to the washstand in the bathroom. After washing his face, his silver hair began to return to its original state, and his silver eyes also reverted to the ordinary brown of a normal person.
The duration of the demigod state was just right.
Vincent let out a soft breath.
The night before last, he and Diana, in addition to discussing Wanda's arrangements, also discussed another matter.
Times had changed; the hidden side of the world was now fully exposed to the light, and more supernatural events might occur in the future.
Although Aunt Diana could serve as a stable medium to supply the opposite sex, when Vincent obtained the Greek demigod physique, the uncontrollable overflow of divine power still produced obvious features like silver hair and ice-silver pupils.
In order for Vincent to skillfully control his divine power in the future, maintaining his usual human appearance while perfectly possessing the Demigod Body…
Thus, Diana proposed—
Practicing every night.
When Vincent directly triggered the Lord of the Retinue, his abilities lasted exactly twelve hours. As long as he triggered the Demigod Body every night after returning home, the abilities would conveniently disappear before he went to school in the day.
Demigod at night, human during the day.
This extra practice would continue until Vincent could fully master the Demigod Body!
…Vincent changed into his outdoor clothes and came out of his room, just in time to see Wanda, who was preparing breakfast, also dressed in a school uniform skirt. Her scarlet hair was pressed down by the winter hat brim, making her look very cute.
"Wanda, you look very good in this school uniform." Vincent didn't spare his praise, because what Wanda needed most right now was affirmation.
Wanda's small face flushed slightly. She pulled out a chair for Vincent, then went to another chair and lightly hopped onto it to sit down.
Vincent secretly glanced. Hmm, little Wanda's feet were still dangling, unable to reach the floor when she sat on the chair.
But even so, her feet didn't sway at all; she was very quiet and well-behaved.
Also, the little emperor, it clearly knew that Wanda would be preparing its food from now on, and was affectionately rubbing against Wanda, moving back and forth.
Vincent sat down in the chair, enjoying his breakfast, and asked curiously, "Wanda, you're going to report to your new transfer school today, aren't you?"
Wanda nodded and said, "Yes, Miss Diana has arranged everything. I just need to take my documents and report there. Oh, Master, I need to go out this weekend."
"Where to?"
"Gotham City."
"Oh, Gotham City… Wait." Vincent widened his eyes: "What are you going to Gotham City for?"
Wanda replied truthfully: "Miss Diana also arranged it. I can go there to learn some knowledge about being a butler. Miss Diana said there's a very suitable teacher there, and someone will pick me up on the weekend."
"That is indeed a good teacher. But this is too much work."
The image of the meticulous butler Alfred flashed in his mind. Vincent thought for a moment and said to Wanda, "If you don't want to go, I can talk to Aunt Diana. After all, you're only thirteen years old."
"No." Wanda shook her head and said seriously, "Actually, I asked Miss Diana myself last night. Right now, I can only do some simple housework. I need to learn more things to truly take good care of Master."
Vincent no longer tried to persuade her.
Wanda's current motivated state was very good; there was no need to dampen her enthusiasm.
Alright, since the maid was so diligent and hardworking, the master shouldn't be lazy either… Vincent's eyes sparkled, and his fighting spirit was ignited.
He had too many days off recently, and a series of events had occurred, causing him to fall behind on many of his studies.
No such thing as extraordinary or supernatural exists; starting today, he would go back to being a normal high school student!
Vincent thought to himself… In the morning, in the classroom.
"Students, since your former assistant counselor, Quentin Beck, resigned and left the school the day before yesterday, the school has arranged a new counselor for you."
"Counselor, come out."
Counselor Roth stood at the podium, explaining to the students in the classroom, and then called out to the outside.
At the same time.
With a sway of dark red short hair, a female counselor, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a black hip-hugging short skirt, and shiny black stockings on her legs, gracefully walked in from the classroom door.
"Hello, everyone. I am your new assistant counselor, Natasha Romanoff. Please guide me in the future!" The female counselor said with a gentle smile, pushing up her black-framed glasses on her nose.
Both her looks and figure were at the level of a top model. The students in the classroom were momentarily stunned, and Counselor Roth even dared not look further, turning his head away.
The woman's body was mature enough to make water flow. Gwen looked at Vincent, who was not far away, with some concern, only to find Vincent's eye twitching slightly.
Gwen wasn't at the Stark Industries headquarters building during the last Battle of New York, so she didn't know.
But Vincent had stopped the Tesseract at the headquarters building, so he recognized her at a glance. Wasn't the so-called new counselor the black-clad agent?
"What the hell… Are they even going to let people study…" Vincent sighed inwardly, only hoping that the other party wasn't here for him.
The other party shouldn't recognize that the person who participated in the Battle of New York that day was him.
"Besides the new counselor, a new dean has also arrived at the school." Counselor Roth seemed to have seen something, and quickly went to the classroom door, respectfully asking towards the corridor outside: "Dean, would you like to come in and say a few words?"
"No need."
A cold, composed female voice sounded from outside, and then, a tall figure walked past the classroom corridor.
The curly-haired woman wore a leopard print coat, and underneath was a tight-fitting sweater, still outlining her curvaceous figure. Even in a fleeting glance, she attracted the attention of quite a few students in the class… Vincent blinked in confusion. As the dean passed by in the corridor, she seemed to glance at him sideways?
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