Chapter 509 - Stalker (8)

"It's princess Rika," a person murmured in the halls.

"I want to be her," her friend whispered.

"Did you see the latest video?" a person joined them.

No matter what the school did, they could never find my stalker. Luke, Alex and Charles exhausted themselves, trying to think of more possibilities of how that person could take pictures and videos of us. Stealing their marbles broke their last straw, unable to leave the school since they couldn't access their money. It was dangerous when you couldn't contact anyone when you were outside.

"It has to be a combination of some spells," Oliver pointed out.

"Do you think we don't know that?" Charles followed us into the club room.

Luke pulled out a hairbrush from the club room. He wanted to brush my hair since he couldn't do it in the morning. Since I didn't wear my usual accessories, I was in a better mood, listening more to him in return. In the middle of trying to arrange my hair, Luke's hands froze. I wondered what was wrong, everyone who watched Luke stiffened. Luke's hands faintly began to tremble, "someone cut your hair."

"They cut my hair?" I did feel my head was lighter lately.

I found my long hair annoying, Luke not letting me cut it shorter. Other than its usual trims, it always remained at its usual length, drifting down near my waist. I wondered if I could take this chance to cut it into a short bob. I always liked Delia's hairstyle, finding it to look perfect on her. I hoped the damage would be big enough to snip enough of it off. I didn't dislike my stalker, giving people a chance for some change.

"It's a few centimeters," Alex noticed.

"We can just cut the rest of it off," I suggested.

"This is on another level now," Charles' face hardened.

I knew that the three of them were thinking along the lines that they could be next. I didn't think Luke would take this very seriously, he asked Cillian to call his older brother to come to our school. He never called his family members that weren't in school unless it was a significant matter, not wanting to bother them. Within a few minutes, we met Lucius in front of the teacher's office. His face went extremely cold when he heard what had happened from us.

"I will be bringing my siblings, cousin and relative out of school for the day. How could you let the situation escalate to the point that her hair was cut?" Lucius wanted an explanation.

"We have been investigating the case for weeks and done everything we could to improve the situation," the teacher appeared exhausted.

"Do you think it is enough?" He couldn't accept their efforts.

Lucius went to the dean's office to pressure her to put more effort into finding my stalker. Sitting inside the dean's office, it wasn't an unfamiliar place. The dean was helpless against Lucius, unable to argue back when he started to yell at her. Everything Lucius said was right, it was the school's responsibility to protect its students.

"We're doing our best," the dean kept on repeating the same words.

"You can bȧrėly notice the cut hair," she quietly mumbled.

"Do you not know her hair could be used to target her when used in spells? And the stolen possessions aren't what could be normally replaced," Lucius raised his voice.

"We should leave," he turned to us.

I stepped into the hover car heading towards the salon. It was nice to finally leave the school, not having the chance after coming back from the criminal organization. I never visited the salon before, my hair always being trimmed inside the Roselia family mansions. Hearing Shelly's fabulous experience, I always wanted to try going there, resembling an exquisite spa. My eyes were full of expectation in front of the door.

"We have been waiting for you," a worker greeted us.

"May I know who to start with?" she turned to me.

"Do you have a pen and paper so we can write down the details?" Luke gestured they were here because of me.

"I want a short bob!" My eyes glittered.

Luke ignored me as he went over everything with his family members. My shoulders slumped, seeing I had no say in how I wanted to change my appearance. I should've known something like this would happen, everyone deep in discussion to finalize the treatments I would get. The worker was stunned when she was handed around tens of pages going through every single detail. They ended up calling for more support while reading the document together.

I sat down in a chair, waiting for the person to fix my hair. I stared at all the fascinating tools, able to use by pouring in some mana. While my feet were soaked in luxurious flower petals, my nails were being done. The staff cautiously worked under Luke's burning gaze, checking if they were following all his instructions.

"The angle is a little off," Luke pointed out when they started trimming my hair.

"I apologize," the staff wondered where the mistake was.

"I'm sure we requested to use a certain ratio when using these brands together," Lucius found another tiny mistake.

"The nails are a bit uneven as well," Alex made sure nothing could escape him.

"I'm disappointed in this place," Charles agreed.