"Don’t underestimate any Sli. Although Slis are ordinary magical creatures, they also possess extraordinary abilities. Only by understanding their habits can you effectively defeat them."
Despite Shami’s words, important information about Slis naturally wouldn’t be divulged.
"What kind of strength can a Sli have, Teacher? When the Luwaka Demon King was alive, I ford teams to defeat magical creatures, and the number of Slis that died by my sword is nearly uncountable. If you were introducing the Demon King, I might feel a bit interested, but you don’t know much about him either."
The classroom was filled with a lively atmosphere.
Shami’s mouth twitched slightly.
"Teacher, how about this: arrange a battle between the Sli you’ve nurtured and . If the Sli can withstand a slash from my sword, we’ll continue the class; otherwise, how about we switch to discussing how to dispose of Sli corpses?"
Judging that the teacher likely has no power or backing, while his family belongs to the royal family of Wus Kingdom, Morris began to bully him.
What level of special skills does this teacher have? Does he even deserve to teach him?
Laughter echoed through the classroom.
Oh, there are people like this in the world, huh?
Shami was indeed a bit angry.
He really wanted to agree.
"Alright, I’ll challenge you."
At that mont, a graceful yet slightly icy voice ca from the classroom.
A white-haired girl sitting in the front row half-turned her body, coldly looking back.
"If you can survive a slash from my sword."
The white-haired girl’s voice fell, and the room plunged into silence.
The classroom atmosphere suddenly beca tense.
No student dared to speak.
All present were first-year students of the Swordsman Academy, having participated in the freshman brawl. Everyone knew that the white-haired girl before them was the one who stood last in that chaotic fight.
Although no one has clearly analyzed who executed that impressive all-out attack, it is most likely this girl.
Hundreds of eyes looked around, still feeling the sore muscles from being hit by that slash’s shockwave. They knew clearly that this girl was soone they absolutely shouldn’t provoke.
Thus, no one dared to sit beside the white-haired girl.
In the back row, Morris, who had been arrogant, twitched his lips, his face turning blue and purple.
His body also retained so soreness.
He was present during the freshman brawl, fighting against several opponents; just when he thought he would stand last, he was inexplicably defeated by a slash.
Morris glanced at the white-haired girl as if looking at a demon.
Sensing the aura she exuded, he realized if they battled, he truly might die at her hands.
Under everyone’s gaze, Morris slowly retracted his foot from the chair in front and swallowed his grievances.
The classroom returned to silence.
The white-haired girl turned back, and upon seeing Shami’s slight surprise, her cold eyes softened, blinking sowhat helplessly.
Oops, is this behavior of reprimanding soone in class considered rude? I didn’t an to show off in front of Shami; I just couldn’t hold back earlier.
Shami exhaled.
Unexpectedly, the white-haired girl stepped in to help.
Though he did have ways to deal with troubleso students, the white-haired girl’s actions did indeed help him, resolving unnecessary trouble.
The class reverted to normal.
However, he wasn’t a good-natured person; who said he was a teacher focused on students’ psychological developnt? His essence was that of a Demon King, after all.
"Alright, the clown has finished performing, so let’s continue with the class."
The classroom was filled with quiet laughter.
Morris’s face turned so red it seed to emit warning sounds.
The subsequent class unfolded smoothly.
Among the first-year students in the Swordsman Academy, the vast majority were normal.
A single class lasted 40 minutes. Midway, the freshman director, Rooney, quietly ca to the back of the classroom to observe, slipping away before class ended.
Most new teachers’ first classes are attended by leadership figures.
Shami pretended not to notice.
A 40-minute class didn’t cover much substantive content, only introducing so general characteristics about Slis.
Most students focused their attention on the round and dozing jelly on the desk.
"Teacher, can I touch the Sli?"
"Teacher, can your Sli be released into the wild?"
"Teacher, did you mistreat the Sli while nurturing it? I’m a mber of the animal protection association. Listen here, animals are..."
"No."
"Not released."
"That association mber, don’t disrupt the class order."
With the sound of the bell marking the end of class, students who could only look but not touch left sowhat unsatisfied.
"Alright, this wraps up the basic content of the first class. If you’re interested in Slis, during the special skills selection session later, you can choose Edogawa’s course. If the selection rate exceeds 30%, I can continue teaching this term."
The freshn gradually left the classroom.
The white-haired girl also stood up and left.
Shami had been observing the state of the white-haired girl, slightly worried, so he picked up the pet box and caught up with her.
"Lina?"
In the corridor, Shami called out to the white-haired girl.
"Shami... Edogawa..."
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