Azel knew a lot of things about the heroines, and that was exactly why he wanted to save them in the first place.
He knew their habits, their talents, their weaknesses, and even their tragic deaths.
With that knowledge, it wasn’t hard to approach them, start conversations, or find ways to make them open up.
It wasn’t easy knowing everything about them but that was just a small price to pay for eting them in reality and being able to be a part of the plot, as well as disrespecting or overdoing Reinhardt at every point.
But Flare was different.
Out of all the heroines, she was the one he knew the least about.
Beyond her storyline and the only reason he even knew that was because she died the very day after opening up to Reinhardt, there wasn’t much about it.
There was still a whole lot more he had yet to know about her, apart from the fact that her siblings were total assholes.
The world had been so cruel to her.
She had lived her life alone, and the mont she let soone in, her life had been cut short.
It was such a cruel, unfair story courtesy of the sadistic developers.
He sat beside her, debating in his head how to speak, when it turned out he didn’t have to fret over the matter for long.
Flare herself turned her tired eyes toward him, eting his gaze directly.
"Class Rep?" she asked quietly.
Azel blinked but nodded. "Yes?"
Her lips parted slightly before she asked, "Do you think it’s shaful to learn Enchantnt? Especially when you’re a noble from a high-ranking family?"
The question caught him off guard.
’Why is she asking this?’ he wondered silently. Was she trying to get his opinion on what she was doing?
Nevertheless his reply ca smoothly.
"It’s not shaful at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Though, if a noble from a high-ranking family ends up here, in an Enchantnt class, it usually ans there are... special circumstances."
Flare gave a small laugh, but it sounded tired and bitter.
She turned back to her paper.
"Circumstances is a nice way to put it," she said softly. "I heard you can use both mana and aura. Maybe you didn’t know, but the main families are going crazy over you right now. So... be expecting marriage proposals anyti soon."
Azel let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair.
"Of course," he muttered. He would never really understand noble business but who could? The delusion folks were always in a world of their own.
"Silence!" a voice barked, but both of them ignored it, too absorbed in their own conversation.
"You’re right," Azel admitted. "I’m not up to date with noble news. But what you say sounds true enough."
Her eyes flicked toward him again.
"W-with your magic," she asked while biting her lower lip nervously, "do you have any problems? Since you have both aura and magic... one should outweigh the other, right?"
"I don’t have that problem," Azel said bluntly. "However, in your case, it seems... peculiar."
"I didn—"
"Silence!" The hoarse voice cut through the air again, this ti it got their attention.
Both Azel and Flare finally looked forward. The professor of this class was now standing at the podium.
The man looked furious at first glance. His face was squeezed together in irritation, as if every student in the room had personally insulted him just by breathing.
He wasn’t a young man either... his bald head glead under the light, and his burly fra seed more fit for a soldier than a professor. Did he get lost sowhere or what?
Azel stared blankly. ’Great. Another crazy professor?’
But then, just as suddenly, the man’s expression shifted.
The anger faded, the harsh lines on his face smoothed out, and what erged instead was... gentle.
His face now looked kind, almost fatherly, like a man who might spend all his free ti donating to orphanages.
’The fuck?’ Azel thought, glancing at Flare. Her eyes had widened a bit as well.
Clearly, she was just as surprised.
The man cleared his throat.
"I’ll be your Enchantnt teacher. My na is Professor Rudeus." His voice was even more polite. "And today, I’ll teach you the basics of Enchantnt..."
He turned toward the board and began drawing.
His strokes were careful but quick, forming a circle that resembled a smaller version of a regular magic circle.
Azel leaned back slightly. This class, at least, seed like it might be useful.
Enchantnt was a slow art, but if he could combine runes with enchantnts, he would be able to abuse them a lot.
He was ready to get comfortable and pay attention, after all, being a Mage ant you had to take advantage of magic in any way.
But before he could even settle in, Flare raised her hand.
Professor Rudeus blinked and turned to her.
"Do you have a question, Student Flare? I didn’t even start teaching yet."
Flare stood straight.
"I’m sorry for disturbing, Professor. But this class is too easy for . I’m already well-versed with the basics."
The classroom fell into silence.
Azel’s mouth almost dropped open.
’What the fuck?! What do you an this class is too easy?!’ he scread internally.
His eyes darted around.
The other students were glaring daggers at her. If looks could kill, Flare would’ve been turned to ashes on the spot.
’Are you trying to make enemies here?!’ Azel groaned inwardly.
Professor Rudeus stroked his bare chin, humming thoughtfully. "Hmm... I see."
For a mont, he seed to think it over.
Then he nodded to himself, his gentle expression returning.
"Well then," he said slowly, "if you can stack five enchantnts upon each other, I’ll put in a good word for you. You’ll be allowed to enter the Advanced Enchantnt class reserved for second years."
The entire room buzzed with shock.
Azel’s face darkened.
’...I’m fucked,’ he thought bitterly.
Why was it that heroines always went out of their way to make life a whole lot harder?
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