They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 635: Permission or No Permission

George shook his head, still reeling. "I never would've guessed you two were this close. No wonder people got it

twisted. Salready think you and Prince Carl are dating, or worse, having skind of secret affair."

Nnenna blinked, then burst into laughter. George joined in, both of them amused at how far people’s minds could

wander without knowing the truth.

"But wait..." George tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "If you're his younger sister, doesn’t that make you a

royal?"

"Yeah... something like that." Nnenna gave a small nod, deciding he could be trusted with that much.

George threw his hands up. "You're a freaking royal! And I've been addressing you so wrongly this whole time.

You should've told me!" His tone carried playful rebuke, though there was a trace of genuine blunderneath.

"I don’t mind it," Nnenna said with a shrug, as if the matter was nothing.

"Fine, maybe you don’t. But I'm sure Carl does," George muttered, half grinning, half worried. "Thank God he

hasn't heardcall you so casually. | would have ruined my chances with my mentor forever. He's the reason |

even went into medicine and surgery, you know."

"Don’t worry. You're safe," Nnenna reassured, her voice light but steady.

"Yeah, right," George said, clearly not convinced. He waved her off with mock seriousness. "Go on then. Don’t

keep His Royal Highness waiting."

"Sure, sure." Nnenna smirked, walking away amused at his tics.

At Carl's office.

"You're here," Carl said once Nnenna walked in.

"Yeah. What are we doing today?" she asked, settling down opposite him.

"We're revising," Carl replied firmly. "Your exam is in a month. Fortunately, over the past two months, we've kept

up with your lessons. Once revision is out of the way, you can focus more on your other majors. Martial arts

especially, your body still needs extra work after recovering."

"You're right," Nnenna nodded. "But it's not as bad as you think. | didn’t slack in those two months. | didn’t just

study my first major, | also practiced my other majors. That way, it'll be easier to focus on what | wasn’t able to

do before when | regained the use of my legs, and also learn more."

She paused, then added, "I've already contacted Hannah, we'll meet this evening. And according to Arthur, a

month is more than enough for him to teachwhat | need to graduate. | spent a lot of tpracticing back

then, when | was fueled by revenge. It was the wrong motivation... but very effective."

As she spoke, she studied Carl carefully, trying to see if he still carried any obsession with that dark period. But

his expression stayed calm, focused only on the present. Relieved, she continued, "The part that might be more

difficult foris my fourth major, strategy."

"I found svery helpful books in Somto’s study after he died," Nnenna explained. "I've been reading them

whenever | could, but I still need a teacher, someone with enough experience to turn theory into practice for

me."

Carl leaned back, massaging his forehead like a headache was building. "Okay... | have someone in mind. But I'm

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not sure if | want to bring him in again."

Nnenna tilted her head, curious. "Who is it?"

"Darius," Carl said at last. "He also specialized in strategy. There is... someone better than him, but she’s been

missing for years. Most likely dead. So the next best person | can think of is Darius."

"Why do you sound like you're choking on the thought?" Nnenna asked, amused. "If he’s good at what he does,

then he deserves a chance. | need all the help | can get, Carl. So, if you could please set aside whatever issues

you have with him, | would appreciate it."

"I know," Carl muttered. "But remember, he always has something going on. I'll have to ask him first if he’s even

available. Then we'll see."

"Okay. Thank you," Nnenna nodded. Then, with a knowing glance, she added, "And don’t forget to give Arthur a

heads up. Something tellshe’ll need more convincing. He seems to have it out for Darius... not that Darius

makes it any easier."

"Yeah..." Carl's voice trailed off, like he knew perfectly well why those two never saw eye to eye. "He'll agree. It's

for your own good, after all. And I'm sure he wants the best for you."

"If you say so." Nnenna shrugged, brushing it aside. "So, revisions." She pulled out her exercise books. "Where

do we begin exactly?"

"From the beginning," Carl answered gently.

Hours passed.

By the tthey wrapped up, Nnenna left for her dance lesson, and Carl finally reached for his phone.

Ring... ring... ring...

Just as the call was about to end, someone picked up.

"I didn’t expect to hear from you this soon," Darius’s voice cthrough, teasing as always.

"Well, | didn’t think | would have to call you this soon either," Carl replied evenly, choosing not to be offended.

"What's up?" Darius asked after a pause.

Carl's tone shifted, serious now. "How long has it been since you last practiced strategy? | know your career’s in

psychiatry now, but | need to know if your strategies are still sharp."

"It’s been a while," Darius admitted, voice thoughtful. "But | wouldn't say I've forgotten everything overnight.

Why are you asking this?"

Carl exhaled slowly. No use circling around it. "I need you to teach Nnenna."

The words landed heavy, reluctant, but honest. Deep down, he expected Darius to agree immediately, after all,

when he was treating her, he never left her side.

But what Carl heard next surprised him.

"I'm sorry | can’t," Darius replied almost immediately.

"I'm sorry—" Carl frowned. "I don’t think | heard you right."

"I said, I'm sorry, | can’t teach her." Darius repeated, firmer this time. "Is that all?" His voice had lost its relaxed

edge, growing clipped, as if ready to end the call.

"Wait, hold on." Carl stopped him quickly, sensing he was seconds from cutting the line. "What's this about?"

"It’s nothing," Darius replied flatly. "I just don’t have the tto teach. I'm busy."

"Busy?" Carl pressed, disbelief creeping into his tone. "Busy with what? | haven't heard of anything happening

that could keep you that occupied, not even enough to guide her through calls."

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"It’s not about that," Darius replied, his tone hardening. "I'm serious this time. And whether | have your

permission or not, I'll still try to woo Nnenna. Respectfully, yes, but I'll try. Because she’s worth it."

Carl expected anger to rise in him at those words, but instead, silence. He just listened.

So Darius continued, voice steady. "I'm busy with something for now. So | can’t teach her."

"I really doubt that," Carl cut in, suspicion sharpening his voice. "What are you busy with?"

"...It's none of your business," Darius replied, still serious.

"Fine. I'm asking you as a friend," Carl said at last, pulling the one card Darius rarely ignored. "She needs a

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Carl frowned, unsettled by the tone. What could make Darius, cocky, stubborn Darius, sound this helpless?

"Are you in trouble?" Carl asked carefully, leaning forward as though he could bridge the distance through sheer

will. "If you are, tell me. | can help."

"You can’t helpthis time," Darius said softly. "I'll figure it out." A beat of silence. Then, almost reluctantly, "I

should go now. Tell Nnenna | said hello."

"Tell her yourself, when you cover." Carl insisted, refusing to let him slip away. "Cover, and we'll figure

out a solution to whatever you're tangled in. Two heads are better than one."

There was a pause on the line.

"...Does she know I'm coming?" Darius asked at last, hope creeping into his voice. "Does she... wantto

come?"

Carl froze. He didn’t like where this was going. But it wasn’t his place to stand in their way. If something was to

happen, he had to trust Nnenna to make her own choices.

"Yes," Carl admitted finally. "She knows | planned to call you. And yes... she wants you to teach her. You're

already her friend, so it'll be easier to learn from you than from a stranger."

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