All eyes turned to the book, then back to Isolde in confusion.
The tutor, furious, snatched the book and slapped it against Isolde’s face. “Look at what? Is there something wrong with the words of the great sages? It is you who is causing a scene! Do you have no respect for me at
all?”
Isolde looked up, stunned, and grabbed the book to check. It was filled with nothing but proper, scholarly text. The things she had hidden inside were gone.
She stumbled back, flipping through the pages in disbelief.
Nothing. It was all gone!
“This is wrong! It’s all wrong!”
“You are certainly wrong! Copy the entire book of maxims five times!” the tutor snapped, incensed by her frantic behavior, and punished her without mercy.
But it wasn’t over. Isolde had played her hand. It was my turn.
In my last life, Isolde had slipped a book of lewd illustrations into my philosophy text. She had used the exa- ct same method to reveal the obscene images of coupling men and women to the tutor. The tutor, a woman of impeccable morals, had banished me from the royal study on the spot, declaring she would have no such shameless student. Her word was law, and with that single sentence, my fate was sealed. I became the aughingstock of the capital, the shame of my family. My father locked me in the family chapel and starved
me to death.
Now, I slowly rose from the floor. As I moved, I “accidentally” bumped Isolde’s desk.
A book fell out from inside.
feigned delight, picking it up and handing it to her. “Your Grace, look! Your book was here all along!”
Humiliated, Isolde saw the book in my hand and slapped it to the floor. “I don’t need your false kindness!”
Aurelia stepped forward. SLAP. Her hand struck Isolde across the face.
‘Have you not caused enough trouble?”
