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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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The face that was calmly looking around seemed quite innocent.
With green pigtails and a petite stature, if one had to say, she could only be described as cute.
However, the problem was…
‘She has the same golden eyes as me.’
She probably wasn’t born naturally with eyes of this color.
She must have received a blessing and even performed a concealment spell.
No, there was no need to think deeply about it.
She looked exactly like Artel, Christine’s secretary.
That was my first impression of the girl named Tia.
A fairly strong aura could be sensed from the faint smell of blood coming from her.
However, the unexpected thing was that there was no sense of malice transmitted.
Perhaps it was to be expected.
Christine and I had reconciled quite well.
Everything was fine now.
Everything was fine, but…
…The problem was why this person was now wearing a name tag with a failing rank on her chest.
‘She beat up a student from the intermediate class?’
And she was demoted to failing rank for hitting someone who was originally supposed to be selected as a representative for the magic competition?
Considering that we had to compete in magic with the intermediate class, it was quite welcome news, but it wasn’t so good when I thought about having another vampire in the class.
“What are you?”
“Failing class, student.”
“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”
“Human.”
“Why did you come?”
“Mission.”
The girl made a non-denial denial.
More precisely, she seemed to have decided to just be brazen after initially trying to deny it but realizing her identity had been discovered.
“I need to know what kind of mission it is.”
“Christine’s, mission.”
Of course, it would be a mission related to Christine.
Who wouldn’t know that?
“You don’t intend to tell me what it is, I assume?”
Pertel nodded vigorously.
It was her real name that I had read through blood velocimetry.
“I won’t ask for specifics as long as you’re not obstructing my path. But if it’s the opposite, you should be aware that I’ll have no choice but to send you back to the demon realm.”
“Helping. Help.”
“Help, you say. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
Pertel nodded as if she was truly innocent.
But if they were going to help, couldn’t they have dispatched someone more proper?
How should I put it, her very existence felt like a time bomb, which made me a bit uneasy.
When dealing with this type of counterpart, there was something that must be done, which was to specify in detail what should, and shouldn’t be done.
“Have you encountered students of failing rank before?”
“A few.”
“You need to pay extremely careful attention when dealing with each one. You must never behave in a manner that violates etiquette or disrupts the academic atmosphere.”
“Yes.”
“Are you understanding and answering properly?”
“Yes.”
It was undoubtedly suspicious.
Time had flowed like water, and tomorrow was already the day of the magic competition with the intermediate class.
And suddenly, someone who had been infiltrating the intermediate rank came to the failing class.
How could it not be suspicious?
But looking at the main scenario indicator in the system message, no danger had been detected yet.
What could I do?
What I had to absolutely trust were objective indicators, not my subjective and personal hunches.
Rather, such a change might even help the main scenario flow well.
In the end, I nodded.
“You may go now. I’m busy with the magic competition tomorrow.”
Pertel wasn’t the type to act rashly out of personal motives.
If it was a mission received from Christine, she would absolutely not deviate from its scope.
I could directly ask Christine later about what kind of mission it was.
But why, even after I told her to go back, did Pertel not seem to think about leaving the office?
Instead, she asked me:
“Adrian.”
“What is it? And you should add ‘Professor’ at the beginning of your sentences.”
“Professor Adrian.”
“That’s right.”
She’s unexpectedly good at this.
I nodded.
It was strange to feel like I was taking on the role of a babysitter now, when teaching the failing rank students alone was already overwhelming.
Anyway, Pertel asked with sparkling eyes:
“Failing class, female students.”
“……?”
I hadn’t even thought she would ask something, let alone content I couldn’t have imagined.
I looked at her, wondering what she meant, but she continued with quite a serious attitude.
“Attendance book, give me.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Need it. Female students, need them.”
Pertel pointed with her index finger at the attendance book placed on one side of the office desk.
It wasn’t just an ordinary attendance book with only a list of attendees.
It was a very important attendance book where I had recorded the students’ tendencies, strengths, and weaknesses while closely observing their training process.
‘Come to think of it…’
Vampires really like the blood of virgins, don’t they?
There are exceptions like me, but most are like that.
I picked up the attendance book with my hand.
Instead of handing it over, I hit Pertel’s head with a thump.
“Ouch.”
“If you’re disguising as a human, act like an ordinary human. Blood-sucking is absolutely forbidden, and homosexuality is even more prohibited. Dating itself is forbidden on campus in the first place.”
“Just once, show me.”
I sighed deeply.
“If you’ve infiltrated as a student, obey my words as a professor. If not, you’ll be sent to the demon realm without mercy.”
“Ugh…”
I shook my head as I watched Pertel’s back as she left the office, seemingly disappointed.
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“Wow…”
“What’s this…?”
The failing class students muttered with surprised faces.
Even the great telekinetic girl was quite surprised this time.
The lunchbox placed before their eyes was truly top-class.
Equal to or better than the lunchboxes prepared daily by the maids of the Meinens family.
And even their name tags were engraved on one corner of the lunchbox lid.
It would have been surprising to eat this anywhere, but it was even more surprising that the academy provided this to the failing rank students.
“I don’t remember paying more tuition?”
“Right?”
Most students were bewildered and couldn’t even touch their lunchboxes, rather than eating them happily.
They had been crying out every day wanting to eat something delicious, but now that high-quality, delicious food was in front of them, they couldn’t bring themselves to eat it.
Should they go to another class?
But then again, their name tags were engraved on them.
“I heard a big shot from the north is sponsoring the failing class?”
Isabel said that while thoroughly enjoying her lunchbox.
Other students tilted their heads together.
“What? Really?”
“Yes. It’s true.”
Although the students became uneasy about the source when Isabel spoke, seeing Isabel munching on her lunchbox deliciously made them unable to resist their hunger.
“Well… then…”
“I guess it’s okay to eat?”
They were in the mood to believe it even if Isabel’s words were a lie.
Recently, they had been suffering through hellish daily routines and were exhausted because of it.
Memorizing study materials, practicing all day after lunch, taking a shower after practice was over, eating dinner, and then reviewing all day again.
How was this human life?!
They were learning machines, machines!
Of course, it was the students’ voluntary will to participate in order to escape the failing rank, but that’s a separate issue from it being tough.
After finishing that difficult process and eating tasteless meals every day, when they were finally able to use the cafeteria for the first time, it really brought a wave of emotion.
And now they were even given individual lunch boxes?
Moreover, with at least eight types of side dishes.
It felt like the fatigue from struggling all day was easing a bit.
“I heard if we win the magic competition, we can eat this every day.”
Isabel added.
Ah, that must have been a lie.
It seemed like it just came in as a one-day special before the magic competition. But Rotin supported her from the side.
“That’s right. I heard so too. We have a reason to win the magic competition now.”
They could eat this every day by winning the magic competition?
The students’ eyes began to sparkle.
No, it was beyond sparkling.
Their eyes were rolling!
Now that their will was burning, it was time to eat diligently and study hard!
And then win the magic competition!
It was at that moment when the students opened their lunchbox lids.
With a creak, the front door opened and a girl with pigtails entered.
The students’ faces tilted as the front door opened but it wasn’t a professor entering.
Only professors were allowed to use the front door, what was this?
The girl walked step by step.
As if her seat was already decided.
And the destination was the seat next to Charlotte.
Isabel, who was about to move to that seat, made a sound of confusion.
“……?”
Charlotte was equally confused.
As soon as Tia sat down, she opened her lunchbox lid and placed delicious-looking fried food, pork cutlet, and sausages on Charlotte’s lunchbox.
“…What’s this?”
“We’re, friends. So, I’ll give you this.”
The students whispered.
‘Does she know Charlotte?’
‘By the way, I heard she was demoted for fighting in the intermediate class. Were they close friends?’
Such stories.
“Why are you doing this?”
To Charlotte’s question, Tia calmly answered.
“In return, don’t like, Adrian.”
The students heard that clearly too.
Michelle’s eyebrows twitching was a bonus.
Shortly after, the failing class began to burn wildly with that firewood.
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