They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 95 - 95 Little Sweetie

Chapter 95: Little Sweetie Chapter 95: Little Sweetie Her staff “…” The servants “…” Nnenna “…” The other royals “…” Her staff followed swiftly, but not before sneaking shocked glances at Nnenna.

The room froze.

What just happened?

Master Rose, the infamous, no nonsense, fire breathing etiquette instructor, just let Nnenna off the hook?

Without a scolding?

Without humiliating her on the spot?

It made no sense.

The servants exchanged confused whispers.

The royals furrowed their brows, their excitement dampened.

Maybe…

maybe she was saving the scolding for later?

Maybe she was planning to rip Nnenna apart in the privacy of her room due to her respect for the king?

Yes, that must be it.

They nodded to themselves, deciding that was the only logical answer.

Nnenna, on the other hand, was just as stunned.

She had been expecting hell.

She had been ready for war.

But instead?

Silence.

No yelling.

No lecture.

No sharp words slicing through her pride.

She slowly turned her gaze to Ebere, whose fake confidence cracked for a second.

The servants were still staring, their shock written all over their faces.

Nnenna sighed, shook her head, and without another word…

She turned around and left.

The next class was archery.

And oh, how she wanted to be there.

The thrill of pulling back the string, the rush of watching the arrow slice through the air, it seemed like it would be one of her favorite activities.

But she couldn’t go.

Not after wasting time in the morning.

She still needed to rank up good points.

If she wanted to get more, she had to earn them in the afternoon and even the evening.

So, she had to miss the classes.

The archery instructor, the horse riding teacher, and several other elite tutors were part of the prestigious Royal Conduct Academy, an organization founded by Lady Rose.

It wasn’t just any academy.

It was the academy.

Royals, dukes, duchesses, and high ranking nobles from not just their kingdom but neighboring kingdoms sought out Master Rose’s training.

To miss her classes was a crime in the eyes of the elite.

And Nnenna had already committed one.

Whispers would swirl about her, no doubt.

People would talk.

But this time, she had no choice.

She needed these good points before the grand ball.

She had already planned to skip too many classes, treating them like secondary matters.

Which they were when compared to ranking up good points.

After her near death experience in the first month after she woke up from the coma, she was now extra careful to not fall short again.

Plus if she wanted to survive in this world?

She couldn’t afford to make the same mistake, any mistake at all, twice.

After lunch, Nnenna vanished.

If she stayed in the castle and got caught skipping more lessons, the etiquette teachers would have her head.

And worse, her father would lecture her for hours.

That wasn’t an option.

So, she decided to escape completely.

The problem?

She couldn’t just waltz out looking like herself.

Sure, no one outside the palace really knew her face yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Nnenna rummaged through her room, tossing clothes everywhere.

Nothing.

Nnenna “..?” She had nothing that screamed ‘I am NOT a runaway princess.’ Sighing, she came to a decision, she needed help.

Sneaking through the palace corridors, dodging guards and nosy servants, she finally reached the servants’ quarters.

She knocked.

“Come in!” a sweet, familiar voice called.

Slipping inside, Nnenna grinned at the sight of her friend.

But instead of greeting her with excitement, the girl folded her arms, raising an unimpressed brow, but couldn’t wipe a small smile from her face.

“Nnenna?” she deadpanned.

“What are you doing here?” Uh oh.

Busted.

“I thought you had classes all day until the Grand Ball.

You shouldn’t be skipping them.” She even had the audacity to sound stern, but couldn’t hide her smile.

Nnenna’s grin didn’t waver.

Time to sweet talk her way out of this.

“I know, I know,” Nnenna said, waving a hand dismissively.

“But right now, I have something way more important to do.” Her friend’s head snapped toward her, eyes narrowing.

“More important than those lessons?” the girl asked, her usual sweet tone suddenly sharp.

Nnenna blinked.

The unexpected shift in character threw her off.

Her friend was always the gentle type, kind, patient, soft spoken.

Even when scolding her, she did it with a smile.

So why did she sound agitated?

Her reaction must have shown on her face because the girl quickly realized her slip up.

Internally panicking, she scolded herself.

‘I’m sorry, General.’ She apologized in her mind, knowing fully well that he couldn’t hear her.

But she had to fix this.

Fast.

She took a deep breath, then flashed Nnenna a reassuring smile.

“You know, I’m just worried about you,” she said, voice softer now.

“You’re my good friend.

This is your chance to shine.

To show the world how amazing you are.

Don’t throw it away.” Her eyes dimmed slightly as she continued, voice lowering.

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since you were in the hospital for the past eight months.” Nnenna’s surprised reaction faded.

“I hated that you had to be hidden away for so long,” the girl admitted.

“After what happened, after you could have died… I was so shocked.

I couldn’t focus on anything.

Not until I heard you were awake.” The room seemed to grow quieter.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Nnenna sighed.

She hadn’t expected her friend to say all that.

And now, she couldn’t pretend it didn’t affect her.

Little Sweetie’s voice was gentle yet firm as she continued, sensing that Nnenna was actually paying attention.

“Please,” she said earnestly.

“Make excellent use of this opportunity.

I’m…

I’m worried about you.” She studied Nnenna’s face carefully, hoping her words would sink in.

She wasn’t lying, she had simply used the truth to cover up her sudden character abnormality.

Nnenna blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

That actually made sense.

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