Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 8 - Aethelgarten III

For what to do next, I have got no idea, perhaps I should just focus on the lesson.

Let’s chat like this so other ti. Honestly, I enjoyed it.

Azalea nodded and chuckled a little as she watched my write-up was floating, which I now scribbled ot under the desk to avoid getting caught by that bitchy professor.

Speaking of which, while I was talking to Azalea earlier, I forgot to ask sothing.

Oh right, about Professor Helena and that case. But I suppose it’s not necessary since we were already told it would be discussed later in her office.

So, I continued following the lesson—though, rather than a lesson, it felt more like a ga.

It was truly like an attraction,

I thought as I listened to Professor Dorothy explaining the chanism of magic throughout a peculiar ga. And this was what I’ve had learned from her:

"Magic isn’t sothing you should fear, but a ga of creativity for competing to be the best."

She then demonstrated a word-spelling ga with papers flying everywhere, resembling puzzle pieces that needed to be solved.

From this, the impression I got was quite different from school books I had read, whereas these materials seed so tedious and serious, let alone my previous world whereas howorks were abundant and all of things should have learned throughout rigorous thods.

In here, it was the polar opposite—it looked to be quite intriguing instead of boring.

It’s still presented as serious, but in such an engaging way that learning felt handy. No wonder this academy had such incredibly difficult entrance exams; their principles seed to align with the "work hard, play hard" system—struggle first, enjoy later. A system where students were also rewarded for their skill in tackling eccentric questions.

Beside , Azalea grinned, watching as I had been in awe of the lessons given.

Hadn’t I witnessed on what was happening at the banquet hall, I would have been captivated. But such an incident made think twice seeing her eyes sparkle like this.

As if she had found her lost toy again.

I mused to myself while observing the ongoing lesson, which now focused on magical mythology using sothing eerily similar to a PowerPoint presentation.

Maybe magic and the real world aren’t so different after all.

Once again, I was left astonished by new discoveries.

anwhile, that cold yet uncannily kind-hearted girl was now smiling like a lunatic idiot.

Not so long after, the lesson had ended. Students began heading toward the banquet hall. As for and Azalea, we had to fulfill the professor’s request.

Oh right, what was her na again? Azalea called her Professor Helena.

But isn’t Helena supposed to be a first na?

"So, did you enjoy the lesson? Or were you just pretending?" she asked with a small laugh.

"Huh? Wasn’t it fun?"

"Yeah, but don’t get the wrong idea."

"What do you an?"

"Magic is dangerous," she said bluntly, her face turning serious again—cold and composed, like the Azalea I knew.

"What makes it dangerous? Or did sothing happen before?" I asked, my curiosity gnawing at like an itch I desperately wanted to scratch.

"Kairi..."

She suddenly stopped walking and stared deep into my eyes.

"You are the living proof of that danger, Kairi Eryndell Veylith."

Wait for a second. There has been a few questions in my head soon after hearing that statent of hers. First of all... ’living proof of that danger’? What did that even an? And second, where’s "Selene"? Wasn’t my na supposed to be Kairi Selene?

Once again, my thoughts raced, both restless and confused about what was actually happening. Or rather, what was about to happen sooner or later.

"Does this have sothing to do with the ’case’, Aza—hmmph!"

She swiftly covered my mouth with her right hand, while her left hand gripped mine tightly.

"Shhh, be quiet. Do you want to get arrested by the International Magic Association?" she whispered, glancing around at the other students.

I shook my head while my mouth was still muffled.

But soon, she let go, and I could finally breathe freely again.

"Good. Now, let’s hurry to the professor’s office."

I gave a small nod.

We rushed toward her office, and as we arrived, I noticed the unique crystal ornants decorating the doorway, shimring in rainbow hues.

Then, the female professor appeared before us, her form assembling like fragnts of glass reforming into a tall, elegant figure. Fine wrinkles traced her face, yet her hair remained dark despite her aged appearance. She exuded grace and authority, carrying herself with an effortless wisdom befitting a professor.

HELENA MYRA LOVECRAFT

Another new na resurfaced in my mind. Lovecraft? Is she related to Azalea?

I nearly gasped aloud, overwheld by my curiosity about their connection.

"Kai— I an... ahem, M-miss Veylith. How are you today?"

She seed uncomfortable saying my last na, as if sothing felt off when she did.

"Sis, stop bringing yourself forcefully like that. Just call her Kairi already."

"I CAN’T DO THAT. I have to remain professional. Especially with you, Miss Lovecraft."

"Oh, co on. There’s no one else here, just the three of us. Why should you make things so complicated for three of us? After all, we aren’t that distant to each other"

She sighed, hearing such a convincing argunt. "Alright. Fine, you win this ti."

HOLD ON... WHAT? SIS?!

I stared at them in astonishnt. All of these were way too all of a sudden.

"So, you indeed lost your mories, Kairi."

Azalea turned to , my mouth now agape.

I could only nod, utterly confused on what to respond.

"You look kinda cute when you’re this confused. Sherrie was right," she teased.

I could only blush in embarrassnt.

"Hey, you two. Can you stop flirting? You both look like loverbirds already."

"Oh sis, if you’re jealous, just say so," Azalea teased, hugging tightly while I was still too stunned to process everything.

Wait. no—we’re both thirteen! Dating? And we’re both girls!

"Enough, Azalea. I need to speak with Kairi in-private. Now."

"Aww, sis, you’re no fun!"

This was completely different from the usual Azalea, now childish and clingy.

Maybe it’s just puberty. I rationalized, trying to convince myself that this side of her wasn’t real. And then there was Professor Helena, being unexpectedly codic.

"Seriously, you were only supposed to bring her here. Now go away, scram. Shoo. Or if you want, just wait outside while I’m going inside with your fair lady."

"Ugh, so an. I’m gonna report you to our mom."

"Go ahead. I knew you were bluffing."

"Grrrr..."

These two sisters were brutally honest with each other despite in front of .

"Hey, Kairi, just so you know—Helena is actually only eighteen. She just hides it because—mmpphhh guhukkk guhukkk!"

All of a sudden, sothing stuffed Azalea’s mouth.

This codic scene then escalated as the stuff gagging her wasn’t an ordinary cloth or so cheap object, but a transparent crystal that looked incredibly expensive.

You could imagine how bizarre it was—witnessing soone getting gagged by sothing that is formless, nearly invisible, especially to the point of choking.

Was this karma? Maybe. After all, she was the one who had covered my mouth earlier.

"Alright. I suppose that’s enough of ’assist’ from you today, Miss Lovecraft. So, thank you very much for your help. Kairi, please enter my office," Helena said with an irritated smirk.

I walked past Azalea, who still looked like she was suffering.

I hope she’s okay, I thought, feeling a bit sorry about her.

"Don’t mind Azalea. That was normal. Now, co in."

Hold on, what the f*ck do you an by normal?!

She opened the door casually, as if nothing happened, leading to her room.

Had an ordinary human been gagged like that, they would’ve died on the spot.

I thought as I stepped into the room, unsure of what had been awaiting for next.