Reborn After Betrayal: The Frail True Princess Decides to Give Up-Chapter 44 : That Pink-Haired Puppy

Originally, Sophia had wanted to drive Celitia out of the dormitory and live alone.
But now, having finally obtained her consent, Sophia felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart.
Afraid that Celitia might change her mind, Sophia quickly said to her: "Then let's move over there right away."
"Mm." Celitia nodded.
She had always been a decisive person. Having made her decision to accept Sophia, she wouldn't hesitate in the slightest.
Throwing off the blanket wrapped around her, Celitia got out of bed. As soon as she stood up, she felt her legs weaken, making her unsteady and causing her to fall forward involuntarily.
"Careful!"
Sophia hurriedly supported her, once again holding the girl in her arms.
With Sophia's help, Celitia calmly stood up straight, turning her head to say:
"Thank you."
Sophia vaguely felt that Celitia's attitude toward her seemed less resistant than at the beginning.
Thinking carefully, this should be the third time Celitia had said "thank you" to her.
If only this girl could always be so forthright...
While muttering to herself, Sophia asked with concern: "Can you walk? Should I just carry you there?"
Recalling the two times she had been carried like a princess against her will, a small vein throbbed at Celitia's temple. She said unhurriedly:
"Does Her Highness enjoy being watched by others?"
Sophia paused: "Uh... not really."
"Then it's best not to do that," Celitia said. "Otherwise, the rumors that have just died down will once again be the talk of the town."
Sophia: "..."
Seriously, she could have just said "no" and solved the problem, but she had to mock her first and then take a roundabout way to express herself?!
She's so not cute!!
Despite her inner complaints, Sophia didn't say anything, choosing to swallow her pride for once.
She had come to understand that nothing good ever came out of that mouth, though Celitia herself probably didn't mean any harm.
Seeing Sophia's lack of response, Celitia was actually surprised and couldn't help glancing at her.
Since Sophia was once Celitia's enemy, she had instinctively taken the opportunity to mock her, but was surprised that Sophia didn't get angry.
It seemed this princess's temper wasn't as bad as she thought.
And to be honest, her own recent behavior had indeed been somewhat excessive.
Celitia took a rare moment to reflect.
"Then let's pack our things," she softened her tone slightly, "and get ready to go?"
Hearing the word "we" from Celitia's mouth, Sophia's slightly ruffled feathers were immediately smoothed, and her annoyance was instantly forgotten.
"Just pack some clothes to take over. Everything else is prepared there. We can bring the rest when we have time."
Sophia had thought about calling servants to help pack, but because of the "elf thief" incident, she had ordered Colton to activate the defensive magic, so at least for tonight, no one could enter.
If they wanted to disable the defensive magic, they would have to wait until tomorrow's opening ceremony.
Celitia nodded decisively.
Sophia remembered that Celitia's wound had only received emergency treatment, so she rummaged through her belongings and found some medicinal powder for external wounds.
"The wound on your head has only just stopped bleeding. Let me apply some medicinal powder for you. It helps reduce swelling and relieve pain."
Celitia instinctively refused: "No need, the wound will heal by itself in a few days."
"Do you enjoy walking around with a big bump on your head?" Sophia unconsciously mimicked Celitia's tone. "With the medicinal powder, the wound will heal faster."
This girl is learning my way of speaking quite quickly?!
Celitia was rarely at a loss for words. She stared at Sophia, weighing the pros and cons for a moment, and finally, her stiff neck nodded slightly with difficulty.
Parting the girl's soft long hair, Sophia looked carefully and found that the injured area on her head was swollen, and the blood from the wound had congealed.
Sophia dabbed some powder with her finger and carefully applied it to the wound.
This was her first time treating someone else, and she was afraid of using too much force and accidentally hurting Celitia.
However, until Sophia finished applying the powder, Celitia remained completely still, her breathing steady, as if she felt nothing.
"Does it hurt?" Sophia couldn't help but ask softly.
"It doesn't hurt," Celitia replied. "It's fine now."
She had been accustomed to injuries in her previous life, and after being reborn into this body, her tolerance for various pains had elevated to another level.
Hearing Celitia's words, Sophia's gaze lingered on her face for a long time.
She felt that there was a hint of indifference in Celitia's expression.
It was the same before—even though her body was at its limit, she was extremely resistant to going to the hospital.
Though tempted to lecture Celitia, Sophia was afraid of triggering her rebellious nature, so she ultimately held back.
After treating the wound, the two packed for a while, each carrying a bundle as they walked down from the dormitory building.
Celitia glanced behind them and clearly saw people hiding at the stairwell, watching and discussing them.
"Wow! Her Highness and her companion are in such a hurry. Where are they going?"
"Could it be... they're going somewhere for a secret rendezvous?"
"Idiot, didn't you hear the commotion earlier? The dormitory door is broken. They must be looking for another place to stay!"
"What did you say? Another place to—?!"
"..."
Hearing this, Celitia felt a headache coming on.
She began to be thankful that she had agreed to go with Sophia to stay elsewhere, at least to avoid these incredibly gossipy girls.
Otherwise, Celitia suspected that within a few days, the rumors would evolve to the point where either she or Sophia was pregnant.
You ask how two girls could get pregnant?
Nonsense—if rumors had logic, would they still be called rumors?
Reaching the ground floor, Celitia ran into Shanie, who was walking back.
Beside Shanie were two girls about the same age. The three of them each carried a bag and were chatting and laughing as they walked toward the dormitory.
Suddenly seeing Celitia and Sophia, Shanie widened her eyes and hurried over to them:
"Lily, Princess Sophia, where are you going?"
"Something happened, and the Princess and I have to temporarily move elsewhere to stay."
Celitia briefly explained the situation to Shanie, whose mouth grew wider and wider as she listened.
"What? An elf thief? Breaking into the dormitory?? I just went out with Rebecca and the others to buy some things, and this happened?!"
Shanie saw the blood marks on Celitia's neck and was about to explode with anger.
"Your Highness is too merciful. If it were me, I would have smashed her head with one punch!"
Celitia's mouth twitched slightly—no, that would be a bit too bloody...
How exactly did the old man educate her? With her junior sister being so violent, it put a lot of pressure on her as the senior brother.
"Anyway, the dormitory is uninhabitable now," Celitia coughed lightly, "so the Princess and I have to temporarily stay elsewhere."
"Where is that?" Shanie asked.
Celitia hadn't asked about the specific location and couldn't answer, so she looked at Sophia beside her.
"It's a standalone small building near the Magic Experiment Building," Sophia answered.
"The Experiment Building? I remember that's quite a distance from here..."
Shanie's eyes immediately welled up with tears as she pounced forward and hugged Celitia. "I'll miss you, Lily! Come back soon!!"
Celitia didn't know whether to laugh or cry and could only pat Shanie's back gently.
"We're all still within the academy. How far could it be? You're acting like I'm going abroad."
"I don't care! This way I won't be able to chat with Lily whenever I want!!"
"If you want to, as long as I'm free, you can come over anytime."
Shanie secretly glanced at Sophia, who shrugged helplessly, tacitly agreeing.
"Then it's a promise!" Shanie finally smiled.
Having finally sent Shanie off, Celitia let out a long sigh and continued walking outside with Sophia.
"You're quite nice to that pink-haired puppy," Sophia suddenly remarked.
It had happened more than once. Watching this, Sophia felt as if she had a mouthful of lemon, a sourness spreading from her stomach to her heart.
Celitia raised an eyebrow.
Pink-haired puppy? Was she referring to Shanie?
So the Princess actually had a habit of giving nicknames to others... she hadn't noticed that.
She responded noncommittally: "Shanie is a good child."
Child?
Sophia frowned at this. Shanie's actual age should be a bit older than Celitia, yet in her eyes, she was just a child?
Then... what about herself?
What kind of existence was she in Celitia's eyes?
Sophia couldn't help but wonder.