Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 304: Eleven: Half an Hour of Hewinia

After leaving the library, Hewinia took another route back to the dormitory.

Although she encountered a few school workers on the way, none of them stopped her.

Because there were too many Players in the academy who got up at this time to study, Hewinia shaped herself into the image of a “silly girl who, in her haste to go study early, forgot to bring her textbooks and was hurriedly returning to the dormitory.”

Even so, she remained tense throughout her return journey.

After all, if just one worker stopped her and made her take off the coat that looked ill-suited for her identity, they would see the wounds on her body that had cracked open again from running.

Many times, she felt like blood was about to uncontrollably flow down from her thigh.

Luckily, she managed to make it back to her dormitory.

When she closed the door of her room, Hewinia felt like her whole body was falling apart.

If possible, she really wanted to collapse into bed and sleep without waking.

But she couldn’t do that, because she knew she couldn’t, with Arianna’s class coming up soon.

As a Golden Rank, skipping one or two classes would not be blamed, but it would certainly attract attention. And in the previous class, Hewinia had already left a not-so-good impression on Arianna. If she skipped this class as well, it would be difficult not to aggravate Arianna’s displeasure and let her think that Hewinia was a “social climber” who no longer regarded her after formally becoming Golden Rank.

This was something Hewinia could not accept.

Moreover, she had killed Aiman, and she didn’t know how the school workers would react. If she skipped class now, when she had never missed before, the consequences could be unimaginable.

So, even though she was exhausted, Hewinia had to force herself to muster her energy, took off Ogg’s coat and threw it aside, quickly went to the dressing table, and began to tend to her body.

When she saw her tired and haggard reflection in the mirror, looking like she might faint at any second, Hewinia felt somewhat alien to herself.

“Hmm… Why does my partner always look like they’re about to drop dead?” Bai Wei’s leisurely voice echoed in her mind.

Hewinia took a deep breath, adjusted the frequency of her breathing slightly, and tried to speak as calmly as possible, “Mr. Visas, do you enjoy making such biting remarks?”

“How is it a biting remark? Haven’t I been helping you?”

“…Been helping me?”

“Yes.” Bai Wei said, “Didn’t I lend you my finger? Without me, wouldn’t you only have nine fingers left?”

Hewinia: “…?”

It took her several seconds before she managed to suppress the urge to say something.

And now, Hewinia didn’t know how to interact with Bai Wei.

In this academy, she had different personas and personalities for everyone; these were her disguises.

But Bai Wei had bypassed her disguises, lived in her body, and even seen her true appearance yesterday, which was a considerable disadvantage for Hewinia.

Currently, the two were in a very unequal relationship. She knew nothing about Bai Wei, save for the inconvenience of dealing with an Evil entity, while Bai Wei might not have full mastery over her secrets but had a fair understanding.

So, interactions under these circumstances only put Hewinia at an increasing disadvantage.

Fortunately…

Hewinia’s gaze briefly swept over the hidden book she had brought back from the library.

She should soon find out what Bai Wei truly was. At that time, she would consider methods to deal with Bai Wei.

But now was not the time, after all, she couldn’t just read the book in front of Bai Wei. Earlier, she had taken that book as an “Identity Concealing Tool,” and had glimpsed its contents with her peripheral vision—Bai Wei should not have seen it. So right now, she absolutely could not let Bai Wei discover the existence of that book.

She would only be able to read it after finding an opportunity to seal Bai Wei.

And the biggest trouble at the moment did not come from Bai Wei.

She still knew how to prioritize.

After glancing at the slowly rising sun outside the window, Hewinia calculated the time in her mind.

She had half an hour left.

She had to transform from her current disheveled, decadent state back to the proud and lofty Hewinia in just half an hour!

The moment she made up her mind, she opened all the bottles and jars on the dressing table.

Naturally, these were all cosmetics.

Hewinia rarely used cosmetics, because music could maintain her beauty most of the time, making the use of cosmetics somewhat superfluous.

However, this did not mean she never used them, because the original Hewinia was a true heiress.

Therefore, to avoid any flaws, she, born in the Seed District and with no prior experience or even knowledge of cosmetics, quickly mastered their use in the shortest time possible with the help of magic, even to the point where she could chat about them with any girl for days and nights on end.

Of course, she did use them occasionally; when approaching some girls, she would add some imperfect “makeup” to herself to blend in with those who were not as excellent as her in all aspects but had outstanding looks.

However, today was the first time she had to completely wash off the decadent “full makeup.”

Under the swirling of the magic chalk, only half a finger long, Hewinia’s damaged eyebrows quickly filled in, her pale cheeks instantly became rosy, and the wounds on her body “healed” with each wave.

The look of exhaustion in her eyes also rapidly faded, regaining their brightness and vitality.

She was like an outstanding orchestra conductor, with various cosmetics playing a symphony named “Revival” on her face.

After all was done, only ten minutes remained.

The immediate issue was the smell; without the coat to cover it, the stench of blood and filth on Hewinia’s body could no longer be hidden.

And there was no time for a bath now, so Hewinia directly picked up a bottle of perfume similar to her original body scent and sprayed it on.

After finishing that, she took out a new magic robe from the wardrobe, draped it over herself, and then stood in front of the mirror again, turning her back to look at her nape.

On her swan-like white neck, the resplendent Golden Seventh Note appeared, its allure intermittently gleaming.

Finally, she picked up Ogg’s coat and quickly cleaned it with “Third Notes·Call Tide,” then used other spells to dry it.

At the very end, she evenly sprayed the bottle of perfume onto the coat.

The thirty minutes were up.

The sun had fully risen.

Hewinia walked out of the room with poise.

…

Arianna yawned as she left the room, ready to go to class.

Then she saw Hewinia standing in front of her, breathless. Arianna’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, “What is it, Miss Hevnia? What are you doing here?”

“Professor Arianna, I, I, I…” Hewinia looked very nervous.

“Hmm?”

“…You have a class to teach, let me help you with your teaching materials!” Hewinia bowed deeply, her hat even falling off, “Please forget my rudeness the day before yesterday!”

Arianna slightly opened her mouth, recovered from her brief stupor, then something dawned on her, and her eyes narrowed slightly as her surprise gradually morphed into a smile.

“You, ah.”

…

Ogg, wearing only a thin garment, was shivering in his seat.

Then, a coat was handed to him.

He instinctively took it and then heard a familiar voice.

“Thank you for last night; I’ve cleaned it for you,” said Hewinia, grinning mischievously at him.

Ogg looked at Hewinia, stunned as he held the coat, which was exuding the same scent as on Hewinia’s body.

It smelled very nice.