"Remove your hand," my voice was sharp, betraying Blaze's advice.
"Huh?" Adam seed a bit befuddled, as if he hadn't quite heard what I said.
'Don't let anger take over!' Blaze urged in my thoughts.
"I said, remove your hand from my shoulder," I reiterated, my tone composed this ti. Adam glanced between and his hand, his expression one of mild surprise, before he pulled his hand back.
"Sorry," he offered, and then continued, "Do you know Mary?"
"Who?" I responded. Vexa also seed intrigued, her brow slightly raised.
Is she friends with this guy?
"Mary Kleine. You both... were friends, right?" Adam seed a tad taken aback.
"Oh, I rember her. It's been a year since I've seen her, so I forgot. Yes, I'm acquainted with her mother, but I don't know much about her," I answered, brushing my shoulder casually as I surveyed the classroom. Many of the gazes directed at held a hint of disdain.
"H-how?" Adam's voice wavered slightly before Vexa stepped closer.
"I think it's best if we leave now. We wouldn't want to disturb the juniors, would we?" she said, her gaze shifting to as she uttered the last part. There was sothing enigmatic about her, a certain air of mystery.
"Yeah, I agree," Adam concurred, turning away and heading toward the door.
"Ren Hilton, huh," Vexa muttered my na, casting a sidelong glance at before following Adam with a faint smile.
"You should work on your reading skills now," Adam's voice echoed as he disappeared from my sight.
She can't read?
Turning my attention back to the classroom, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. My re presence seed to have already set off a commotion.
As I approached the seating area, I noticed that no one appeared to be eager to have sit next to them.
'Who would've thought you'd end up getting the cold shoulder? Haha, it's quite refreshing,' Blaze remarked with a chuckle.
I proceeded to the last row, where there was an empty space in one corner. I settled down there, away from the bustling activity.
After a while, a woman entered the classroom.
The classroom's atmosphere shifted as a woman entered, her confident stride and captivating aura drawing every eye in the room.the embodint of sultriness, exuded a potent mixture of allure and authority.
"Good morning, class," her voice, a husky timbre, sent shivers down spines. "I am Professor Devereux, and I'll be your guide through the intricate world of Magical Theory and Applications. Let's make this sester... unforgettable." With a subtle yet irresistible smile, she held the room in a beguiling spell.
As Professor Devereux began her introduction, the room buzzed with murmurs and hushed comnts:
"Look at her chest, it's big!"
"She's so sexy."
The undeniable allure of her beauty had the entire classroom captivated, whispers and glances exchanging in acknowledgnt of her stunning presence.
As Professor Devereux began her introduction, the room buzzed with murmurs and hushed comnts:
"Look at her chest, it's big!"
"She's so sexy."
Professor Lorraine Devereux possessed an enchanting appearance that seed to transcend the bounds of re mortal beauty. Her flowing chestnut hair cascaded down her back in bewitching waves, shimring with an otherworldly sheen. Her eyes, a shade of erald green.
"Ahem," Professor Devereux cleared her throat, her voice carrying a subtle undertone of amusent. She gracefully gestured toward her face, her expressive eyes locking onto each student's gaze, before shifting her attention downwards.
"Focus at my face and not here," she said, her finger pointing at her chest, her tone playful. And then, with a smirk and a pointed look, she added, "Especially boys," as her finger moved to indicate her chest.
The classroom erupted in a mixture of stifled chuckles and embarrassed coughs, her admonishnt expertly delivered with a blend of charm and authority.
"I'll take attendance now. Please state your presence one by one and introduce yourselves."
As Professor Devereux initiated the attendance process, she began calling out the nas of the students. I recognized a few from the ga's NPCs.
'I'm not sure if you were a geek or just had an incredible mory back then,' Blaze quipped from atop the table, his tail causing a stir among a few intrigued girls who cast glances in his direction.
Looks like he's not exactly hated.
'Feeling a bit envious?' he inquired.
Not really, I replied, but it's unsettling to be disliked without a reason. It would make more sense if they resented for sothing like taking their parents' lives, but that's not the case.
"Ren Hilton?" Eventually, it was my turn.
"Present." I responded, and once again the atmosphere turned awkward.
"Your na wasn't..." Professor Devereux seed puzzled.
"I was just demoted from Class A to Class B," I explained, the admission eliciting gasps from so of those around .
"Demoted from Class A to Class B?" Her surprise was evident as she furrowed her brow, processing the information. The room seed to hold its collective breath for a mont, the tension palpable.
"Very well, Ren Hilton," she said, her tone composed once more. "Welco to Class B." Her words were laced with a subtle encouragent that seed to lift the weight of the room's scrutiny but she didn't ask for the reason for the demotion.
I nodded in acknowledgnt and settled into my seat. The class continued, covering the basics of magical theory and applications – topics I was already familiar with. As Professor Devereux elaborated on concepts I had encountered before, I found myself quietly reflecting on the events of the morning and the peculiar dynamics within the academy.
"It's going to be tough," I muttered.
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While Ren attended his first class of the year, Adam returned to the student council room, with Vexa trailing behind him.
Vexa's sudden enrollnt was shrouded in mystery – her royal lineage acknowledged by the royal family, yet her father's identity and lineage remained unknown.
"Adam!" The student council president, Isolde Halloway, called out, her figure buried amid a pile of docunts.
A smile graced Isolde's face at the sight of Adam, though it quickly morphed into a frown upon spotting Vexa accompanying him.
"I've already told you she's not permitted here," Isolde chastised, her frustration evident.
Vexa remained silent, her gaze fixed on Adam.
"I brought her along, please don't be upset," Adam interjected, waving his hand dismissively.
Isolde sighed, running her fingers through her hair in exasperation. "Adam, you know the rules. The student council room is strictly for mbers only. We can't have outsiders wandering here."
Vexa's gaze remained locked onto Adam, her expression unreadable.
"I understand, Isolde," Adam replied, his tone apologetic. "But I thought she might find it interesting to see the student council room."
Isolde glanced between the two, a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "Fine, just this once. But if she causes any trouble, she's out."
Vexa's lips curved into a faint smile as she finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of amusent. "I promise I won't cause any trouble, Isolde."
Isolde raised an eyebrow, still clearly skeptical, but she turned her attention back to her work. "Very well. Just rember the rules."
As Adam and Vexa found a place to sit in the room.
"Where's Mary?" Adam inquired as the room's entrance welcod a new presence – Mary's.
"Devil," Isolde muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as both Mary and Elsa walked in.
The number of girls surrounding Adam seed to be a noticeable trend, one that Isolde appeared to take exception to – a sentint that Adam seed entirely oblivious to.
"Mary," Adam's voice held a familiar warmth as he called out to her.
"Hmm?" Mary turned, a smile lighting up her features upon seeing Adam. However, Adam wasted no ti before sharing his news.
"I t that Ren guy today," he stated.
Mary's expression shifted as she processed his words. "Co again?"
"Ren Hilton," Adam clarified, referring to him as Mary's "acquaintance."
"What!?" Mary's outburst reverberated through the room, her voice cutting through the air and startling everyone present.
The sudden exclamation seed to pause ti montarily, drawing the attention of every student in the vicinity and adding a palpable tension to the already charged atmosphere.
Mary's outburst hung in the air, the room filled with an almost eerie silence as everyone's attention focused on her. Her wide-eyed astonishnt and raised voice had managed to startle not just those present, but even the papers on Isolde's desk seed to quiver.
Isolde looked up from her work, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "Mary, lower your voice," she admonished, her tone laced with irritation.
Mary's cheeks flushed slightly as she realized the attention her outburst had garnered. She cleared her throat and managed to regain her composure. "Apologies," she muttered, casting a quick glance around the room.
"How?" Mary's voice trembled as she questioned Adam, her curiosity mingled with a hint of apprehension. As Adam began to explain the encounter, Mary's expression seed to drain color with each passing word.
"H-he said that..." Her voice wavered, a montary crack betraying her emotions. "That he is familiar with my mother but not ."
Without a mont's hesitation, Mary abruptly rose from her seat and
dashed out of the room. Her departure left a sense of urgency hanging in the air.
"What happened?" Vexa asked as she pulled so chocolates out of her pocket.
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