As the lodious class dismissal bell, quite pleasant compared to the starting bell, rang out in the classroom, Fisher, who was reading the textbook on the podium, shut the book with a "smack." Looking at the students raising their heads below the podium, especially when looking at the relatively familiar Renee and David, his expression still inevitably carried a bit of helplessness.
"Class dismissed, everyone."
But there was no other way. Even if he was isolated and without help, he could only trudge forward with difficulty in this Dream Illusion ford dreamscape.
Fisher stood up, grabbed the textbook from the podium, and walked out of the classroom. The path back to the office happened to pass by Class B, where Jasmine was. He glanced sideways and noticed the teacher of Class B was still standing on the podium, seemingly extending the lesson.
Not seeing where Jasmine was sitting, Fisher wasn't in a hurry either. He rely withdrew his gaze and turned his head, walking slowly towards the office.
Just at this mont, the door of Class A, next to Class B, suddenly opened, bringing a burst of commotion.
"Hey, teacher, about the attributive clause ntioned in class earlier..."
"Are we really going to be quizzed on vocabulary next class?"
It was studious students surrounding the teacher to ask questions about class. When Fisher was previously at the Royal Academy, he often encountered such studious students. Generally, they were mostly youngsters who had just entered the school. After a few years of advancing to higher grades, these people basically beca salted fish, completely absent from lectures.
Fisher didn't pay much attention. His mind pondered the current situation while he continued walking towards the office.
"That's right. The designated amount shouldn't be much, this amount of vocabulary..."
"Eh? Thirty words, and the quiz is tomorrow? That's too much."
But when the teacher's smiling voice sounded, Fisher's forward footsteps suddenly halted in place.
In the surrounding teaching building, gradually becoming noisy due to the end of class, all sounds were stripped away thread by thread, leaving only that woman's voice behind,
"Then you just have to study hard in private. The teacher believes in you... Alright, hurry up and go rest, the teacher needs to return to the office too."
"..."
Fisher, standing in place, took a deep breath. Then, with a cold face, he turned around and walked towards the corridor where Class B was located.
Stepping past the wall of the T-shaped corridor blocking his sight, Fisher bumped right into the female teacher who was speaking. Entering his vision was a stunningly beautiful blonde-haired woman, resembling an Angel. Over her white shirt, she wore a black office jacket, a standard office attire.
An Angel's face, simply wearing the clothes of the Transferred Person's world.
Helaire...
Upon seeing Fisher turning his head back with a face as cold as ice, her expression froze slightly. Then she raised her hand and waved, sporting the polite expression of seeing a colleague,
"Hi, Teacher Fish-..."
"Smack!"
Before her words were finished, Fisher's palm grasped her wrist tightly like steel.
The force used was so imnse that her small face even wrinkled slightly. Just as Fisher, gripping her wrist, was about to say sothing, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the group of studious students chasing out from the door of Class A all cover their mouths.
Subsequently, Fisher looked at the tightly closed door of Class B behind her. After a mont of hesitation, he practically dragged Helaire all the way backward, arriving at the office door.
The office door was ajar. Fisher kicked it open and saw several staff mbers inside looking over upon hearing the sound.
"..."
Fisher said nothing, continuing to drag Helaire forward.
"Hey hey, Teacher Fisher, what are you..."
"Shut up."
Behind him, Helaire pouted aggrievedly, having no choice but to follow him forward.
"..."
Restroom...
Infirmary...
Club activity room?
Fisher dragged the delicate-bodied Helaire behind him and stopped on the other side of the teaching building. Spotting an empty classroom at random, Fisher kicked the door open without a second thought and shoved Helaire inside.
"Ouch!"
It was unknown what the classroom was used for, but upon opening the door, a thick layer of yoga mats paved the floor. However, the area near the classroom door lacked them, creating a height difference.
Helaire, shoved inside, stumbled due to wearing high heels. Her high heel caught on this height difference, causing her to lose balance and crash straight onto the yoga mats.
Thump...
The hem of her skirt swayed slightly, blooming like a parasol for a mont before closing. Beneath it, a pair of 80D semi-sheer black pantyhose, illuminated by the faint light seeping through the slightly drawn curtains of the empty classroom, displayed a delicate matte finish.
Simultaneously, due to the fall, the ankle strap of her right high heel ca loose unsteadily. Consequently, her foot, wrapped in matte black pantyhose, lay slightly crooked across the yoga mat, while the high heel that housed her right foot fell sideways onto the floor, sliding a short distance away...
"Hiss, it hurts so much..."
Helaire gasped, touching her ankle uncomfortably. But before even making contact, she gasped again, appearing as though she had sprained a joint.
Thus, she looked toward Fisher with an even more resentful gaze. Just as she was about to speak, she discovered that the cold-faced Fisher before her had already closed and locked the door.
"Click."
With that crisp sound of the lock cylinder turning, this classroom transford into a perfect enclosed space.
The woman's sense of unease caused her impending words to catch in her throat. She swallowed hard, subconsciously scooting backward a bit on the yoga mat. Her hands also covered her chest, adopting a self-defensive posture like a lost fawn, and even her tone trembled slightly,
"U-um... Teacher Fisher? Is there sothing you need, to suddenly..."
Listening to Helaire's innocent and pitiful voice before him, Fisher raised his eyebrows. He scoffed, his body slowly crouching in front of Helaire,
"Still putting on an act?"
"Eh? What..."
Helaire froze slightly, seemingly failing to understand his words, yet instinctively feeling an even more intense oppression radiating from Fisher. This sensation drove her to retreat, but a sharp pain shot up from her sprained right ankle, making her retreat on the yoga mat increasingly difficult.
She forced a smile, tilted her head cute, and said,
"Teacher Fisher, did I... how did I offend you? Haven't we... only been working together for a short while?"
"..."
Seeing her acting like a dead duck with a hard beak, Fisher knew that given her terrible personality, she was likely still putting on an act here, pretending to be like Renee—affected by this Dream Illusion, losing her mories, and assimilating into it.
But do you think Fisher bought it?
Fisher sighed and backed away slightly, allowing Helaire to relax a bit. But before she could fully exhale, Fisher lunged like a fierce beast, reaching out to clasp her neck and forcefully pin her against the ground.
"Bang!"
"Ugh!"
Fisher looked down at Helaire beneath him, her eyes wide as she stared up. He took a deep breath and said softly,
"Even if you intend to separate my property from here, I am absolutely certain that you have been affected by Jasmine's Dream Illusion. Furthermore, your incarnation must have also experienced rank suppression just like , turning into an ordinary person..."
Fisher's gaze trailed downward, tracing the veins on her neck, before adding,
"If I kill this incarnation of yours right here, tell , how will Dream Illusion patch up this loophole, Helaire?"
"..."
"Four incarnations, will there be one less right here?"
"..."
Beneath him, the previously flustered and helpless Helaire, after hearing Fisher's words, slowly regained a composed expression on her face. A smile curled at the corners of her mouth again. She even gave up her forrly strenuous struggles, rely resting her arms indifferently at her sides,
"How cruel... We clearly have such a wonderful opportunity to roleplay as colleagues. Don't you like this kind of roleplaying ga, darling?"
After a playful tease, her blue-gold eyes locked onto Fisher. Smiling, she asked,
"Moreover, since you already know I have four incarnations inside the Barrier, if you want to win and save this world from annihilation, wouldn't you inevitably have to kill these four incarnations and banish ? Then what are you hesitating for now?"
Saying this, she exhaled gently, letting her warm breath brush against the back of Fisher's hand,
"Could it be... you feel bad in your heart and can't bear to do it... darling?"
"..."
Fisher remained expressionless, completely unmoved. He rely glanced at the Helaire beneath him, then swept his eyes over the surrounding classroom, analyzing,
"You facilitated the contact between Jasmine and the contamination, drawing here because I've always stayed by the side of the gods, leaving you no opening to separate the property within my body. However, this dreamscape, ford by the mighty power of Dream Illusion, isn't sothing you dictate either. This contamination also possesses the power of a True God, perhaps even exceeding any single deity outside... Therefore, to make your move here with absolute certainty of success, you probably brought more than one incarnation, didn't you?"
Fisher's fingers around Helaire's neck tightened slightly, and the reflection of Helaire's face in his eyes slowly blurred,
"The fact that you didn't act imdiately upon entering the dreamscape highly suggests you are suppressed by the contamination. Consequently, separating from the property requires preconditions, and specifically, certain conditions must be painstakingly fulfilled by this incarnation before ..."
Though Helaire's expression didn't change in the slightest upon hearing Fisher's speech, she nodded in appreciation and said bluntly,
"Smart, darling."
"..."
"Your guess is spot on. I currently have two incarnations within the sweet dream covered by the contamination. Oh, my other incarnation capable of using that thod to separate you from your property is so powerful that she had no choice but to temporarily slumber to avoid being detected and hunted down by her with full force. Thus, I indeed need to accomplish certain things first to allow my other incarnation to escape this predicant..."
"Hmph."
Fisher sneered and released the grip on Helaire's neck, giving her pantyhose-clad legs so reprieve to relax.
Clutching her neck, she propped herself up. Looking at Fisher's face with a beaming smile, she said,
"Furthermore, I can straightforwardly tell you what I need to accomplish..."
"Lying to again?"
"There's no need to lie to you this ti, because even if you knew, you'd be powerless to stop ..."
Fisher's attention was drawn to her words. As he turned his head, her beautiful face had already leaned in close. She suddenly hugged Fisher tight, burying her face in his neck and taking a deep breath.
"Haa... truly a comforting scent..."
That tingling sensation caused Fisher to freeze slightly. The impending softness and fragrance were a poison that eroded his rationality. If he wanted to avoid having his judgnt clouded, he had to decisively distance himself.
Thus, he ultimately reached out, firmly grasping her jacket, and pushed her away forcefully.
"Save the sniffing until after you separate from my property and achieve total victory."
After being handled roughly, Helaire shot Fisher a resentful glare, yet she wasn't angry. Her blue-gold eyes rely took on an ambiguous glint. She continued,
"Well... [Shatter her sweet dream]—that's what I need to accomplish... The crueler the thod of shattering, the better the result..."
"?"
Fisher frowned. Helaire, with her hands behind her back, lowered her head to look at the stockings she was wearing. Playfully tapping the toe of Fisher's leather shoe with her tiptoe, she blinked her blue-gold eyes and said,
"Everything we see now serves to fulfill the deepest, most yearned-for desire within that pathetic little wretch's heart. To achieve this goal, that imnsely vast power has manifested the landscape of her heart into reality almost on a one-to-one scale."
"During this process, as long as things go her way, the power of the dreamscape will progressively strengthen, ultimately transforming into an undissipating [Reality], devouring everything within the Barrier. Conversely, if she senses incongruities, or even worse, if things don't go her way, the dreamscape will trigger its defense chanisms, drawing out more power to forcibly sustain the sweet dream. And once the power drawn from the contamination crosses a critical threshold..."
At this point, Helaire gently placed one hand against Fisher's heart. Then, she smiled,
"That mont will be when I strike."
Hearing this, Fisher finally understood why Helaire said he was powerless to stop her.
Because fundantally, his and Helaire's goals aligned—neither of them could allow Jasmine's sweet dream to continue.
Even if Fisher harbored doubts about Helaire's claim that Dream Illusion's expansion would ultimately devour everything inside the Barrier—after all, those deities outside couldn't possibly be useless from start to finish—even if that wasn't the case, he still had to leave eventually; he couldn't stay trapped here forever.
But doing nothing ant that when the sweet dream shattered, the mont he and his inner property separated, it would be ga over.
But what about the alternative?
He also had an opportunity for victory, which was to find her other hidden incarnation before the sweet dream shattered, and then entirely obliterate both the incarnation before him and the hidden one...
That way, even if the sweet dream broke, she wouldn't have the power to sustain her ploy, and perhaps the contamination could also be resolved at that ti.
Those were just ideal outcos. Reflecting on the countless tis he suffered and was deceived by Helaire's hands, he was forced to question the authenticity of her recent claims.
After all, even if it wasn't a total lie, a nine-parts-truth, one-part-falsehood concoction, if evaluated under her induced perspective, would only lead to a point of no return...
Fisher vigilantly surveyed the smiling "foreign teacher Lady Helaire" before him. Naturally, Helaire sensed the undisguised suspicion. She covered her mouth to chuckle, lifting her index finger to stroke Fisher's robust pectoral muscle, and said,
"Don't believe ? Want to test its authenticity? Try making 'her', the master of this sweet dream, feel incongruous. What happens when she feels things aren't going her way?"
Hmph, I'll test it out by passin' on—I an, trying it.
Fisher was just about to deliver a tough retort when, the second before he opened his mouth, a crisp knock suddenly ca from the tightly shut club room door behind them, separating the thick atmosphere inside like a loud bell...
"Knock, knock..."
Fisher's pupils shrank slightly as he turned his head around. An ominous premonition surged in his heart.
And exactly as expected, fate always played the sa hilarious tricks on him, for in the next second, Jasmine's soft, slightly timid voice had already sounded from outside the door,
"Teacher Fisher, are you inside? Because the Class A students just said you and Teacher Helaire had a situation... I'm a bit concerned, so I ca to check. Teacher Fisher, are... are you in there?"
Fisher's mouth hung open as he turned his head back. Unnoticed, the Helaire standing before him was already beaming with a devilish smile, placing both hands in front of her mouth in the shape of a small gaphone.
Imdiately, amidst Fisher's stunned gaze, her pink lips provocatively ford extrely obvious mouth shapes within her "little gaphone." Doing so, she silently and deliberately articulated to Fisher word by word,
"I'm~ a~ bout~ to~ yell~, o~ kay~, dar~ ling~"
"..."
And before her, unbeknownst to anyone, our Teacher Fisher had clenched his iron fists, his face completely covered in black lines.
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