029 - the first day of school
I woke up with the first rays of the sun, lying on top of my body pillow. Being fully rested I threw off the blanket an started to dress myself, which woke up my servant, who was distressed because she had slept in, didn’t help me cloth myself and on top of it all, had not prepared a meal.
Only redeclaring that I don’t need to eat or drink, and would normally refuse help while dressing anyway calmed her down.
After getting her dressed too I still had quite some time left until the first lesson started, so I asked about something that I wanted out of the way.
“What’s your name?”
I didn’t want to call her ‘you’ every time.
“Does Mistress not know? Slaves do not have a name, we are named by our masters, if they choose to do so.”
“Then choose one yourself.” If I were to name her she would end up with something boring.
“....Yes, Mistress.”
Minutes passed, and I just watched the sun in all its glory slowly rising, starting to shine down on the capital city. Finally she straightened her back and looked intently at me, showing that she had chosen.
“And? Are slaves not allowed to talk until talked to?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then from now on ignore that. And let me hear what you have chosen.”
“Yes, Mistress. Your humble servant would like to be called Annabell Sophie Isa..”
“Okay, Ann. I need to go now. Follow me.” I cut her off. No way I would call her such a long name.
“...Yes, Mistress.”
The first lesson was with our class teacher, who we should go to if we would have problems. Surprisingly, for my class it was the main supervisor, the one I stabbed. I suppose i would have to remember his name someday, but that can wait.
Of course we started with self introductions. In the class that was shaped like a Greece theatre, the students stood up and told their name, race, heritage, hobbies, likes and dislikes and such.
People from rich families often had three slaves with them, the maximum number one was allowed to bring.
Poorer people usually only had only one with them, just like me, and there was one who didn’t have any.
Of course, this being the best class, only the most talented and educated were seated here.
I, sitting at the back right corner of the room, was the last one to introduce herself: “I am Aria. Don’t bother me.”
The teacher, knowing my skills and thus not allowed to annoy me, didn’t know what to do. I could clearly see him trying to suppress the urge to scold me, and finally settled on a rather polite “You surely could tell us a bit more about yourself, right?”
“I like to read.”
He cringed: “Is that all?”
My “No” made him show a relieved face for a moment, but what followed darkened his mood again.
“I also like sweets.”
“....”
“And I hate fat, people and food.”
“Anything about where you are from?” he asked hopefully.
“No. Not your business.”
The other children giggled, delighted about the helplessness of their teacher, and sure of me being expelled immediately, only to be disappointed.
The teacher continued with his own introduction, then gave us time tables, which were arranged by month, and then left us to our devices, after telling us to stay silent until the bell rang, signalling the break.
How irresponsible!
While I looked at my time table, on which only the words: “Please come to the headmasters’ office during the break” stood, the class had already formed a circle around me, leaving me nothing to protect me from their questions:
“How did you do that?”
“From where are you?”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Who are your parents?”
They asked all at once.
Not standing such noise, I raised my hand and opened my mouth after they all had shut up: “Write all your questions down and give them to me.”
And they actually did that. Picking up the paper that was given to me, I started to read out loud the questions:
“Do you have a boyfriend or a fiance? - No.
Who are your parents? - Why do you care?”
Again, they all started talking at once, so I stopped them again and told them to write it down for next time. Then I continued.
“Which books do you like? - Nearly any. None written for dummies.
Why do you hate fat people? - They are disgusting.
Why do you hate fat food? - The same, they are disgusting.
Are you the last scholarship student? - Yes.
How old are you? - Which idiot asked that question? What age are all people that enter this school?
Will you go out with me? times seven - …..No.”
And they immediately started to cry out again. How noisy.
“Be quiet, you are annoying.” Came a voice from behind the crowd, a small [Devil] boy shouted that, then went back to molesting one of his girlish male slaves.
“”””“Ewwww””””” I couldn’t suppress a sound of disgust,when he turned back around and shoved his whole hand into the ass of the slave; the [Devil] was extremely aroused and formed a tent on his trousers, while the slave moaned, barely able to stand.
And I was not alone with that, but luckily in that moment the bell rang and we could escape the spectacle.
As requested by the writings of the time table, I quickly fled the room and made my way towards the main administration building, where the headmasters office was.
Only showing my identification card, the same one I had paid with a few days before, was enough to be let into the room.
The headmaster was overly friendly, trying to find out as much as possible about me, wanting to know how he could help me, and most likely use me.
I simply not answered most of his questions, but one or two important things came up.
He offered me the option to self-study. I would only have to go to class once a week, every monday, and would receive a list of things I would need to learn until the end of the year, where a evaluation test would be held, and I would lose my scholarship if I were to fail.
I of course accepted, as it was perfect for me. More time to read and less people to annoy me.
Another thing was my magic. He had received the news I had used [Resurrect] and [Cleanse], both spells that needed holy magic to use. This was a clear indicator that I could not be taught by any of their teachers, so he asked me what I would need to continue improving myself.
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He then, following my wishes, arranged me a private, secluded training area where I could do what I want.
Any tools I would need I would have to buy with the scholarship card, or make myself.
After finally being allowed to flee the headmasters office, he had given up on me answering his questions, I still had some time, so I walked towards the area I was allowed to use.
The school had a huge garden, easily as big as the whole rest of the capital, royal palace and royal gardens included, and so I had to walk quite a bit until I arrived.
My training ground was a clearing inmidst of a dark forest, with me barely even finding it while knowing of its location.
Not having the needed materials with me to make what I would want, I just showed off what I had trained during my journey to Ann.
The first thing I did was materializing my mana outside my body, similar to the crude shield I had made at the beginning. In the one year travelling I had improved it so that I could form simple forms, like balls, or cubes, in varying sizes.
For target practice, this time I made some human-sized cubes around 20 metres away from me.
Next I made some needles from my mana. I could not improve them much more in comparison to the starting ones, but I gained some sort of control over them during their flight, as I somehow improved in eyesight and reaction time. This probably had something to do with the fact that I infused myself with mana in the attempt to reach exactly that, but I was not too sure.
Accelerating them was as easy as ever, but since I locked their maximum speed, they only cracked the materialized mana, and did not blast them away completely with the forest behind.
The next thing was similar to the mana waves I had used back then in the dungeon, but instead of pure mana, it gained some substance, pushing down the grass, bending and breaking the trees.
Then was a classic: telekinesis. Using that I picked up the broken branches and held them back in place.
Afterwards I reattached them using the last skill I could train without living subjects to experiment on: I fused my holy mana with the damaged parts of the tree, which made it grow back onto the branches.
Ending my small show I undid my summoned projectiles and target, and at the same time infused some mana into the ground, growing the grass and flowers around me, while I turned towards Ann.
“And, what do you think of it?”
“...If I am allowed to ask, Mistress, which spells were that? I could not recognize them. And to think you could use silent chants, you are truly amazing.” Ann asked with an astonished look on her face.
“You know, I can’t chant silently, you know? Even I have to say [Cleanse] out loud if I want to use it.”
“...Then what was that??? Don’t tell me….” A distressed Ann was very cute, and I could clearly see her longer front teeth in her open mouth. If dark elves are related to vampires?
“Hey.” I decided to ask, my voice making Ann looking at me expectantly.
“Are dark elves related to vampires somehow?”
“What? How? Why?” And again she’s looking so cute, this time extremely confused. Was she expecting something else to look like that…? Ah, she asked about my spells, right?
“And that before were no spells, that was pure mana by the way. Come on, let’s go. the sun is setting.” And I made my way back to the dormitories, a confused and flabberghasted Ann behind.
On the way, the silence was interrupted by a growl from the stomach of my pillow, resulting in an embarrassed “I’m sorry Mistress”.
I had forgotten about eating again….
“I told you to remind me of common sense, didn’t I? I did, right?”
“No, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“Why would you be sorry?”
“...? I don’t know?”
“Haaa….. Don’t excuse yourself for something you didn’t do. And go get yourself some food. And while you’re at it, get me some sweets too.”
Letting Ann go to the kitchens I walked back to my room. Taking out the sheet with questions and a quill I started answering all of them, eating the sweets Ann had put next to me.
After finishing them all I went to bed, again refusing my body pillow to fulfil her role as servant.
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The DevilsThe devils are a race similar to demi-humans, only that they are a mixture of demon and goat. Any other mixtures have completely different customs, and, like the different demi-human races have different names.
They usually have the lower body and horns of a goat, including the tail, and upper body surprisingly similar to humans, but far more hairy.
Their skin is usually a dark red or brown, sometimes black, with grey or black hair.
Their culture is based upon herds, with one male alpha that has a harem, and all other males training each other in fighting and bed to one day become worthy alphas themselves. The only exception are their shamans, who always have several slaves to serve them and are the only magic users of their race.
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so, finally another chapter!
it was nearly done anyways, I just had to finish it
well, I was too lazy
anyway, I have a important REQUEST:
I plan to make a side chapter, with just all the questions the other ‘classmates’ asked.
I would like you to write down any questions you can think of, and I will take ALL OF THEM, as long as they fit in the story.
no “how do you feel about having a slave after being one yourself?” as no ‘classmate’ would ask such a thing
another thing: the reason why I finished this chapter was the comment from shiraori, which I read at a point where I had the time to write and nothing else to do
the reason why I am telling you this is to show you that your comments actually DO something, and to encourage you to write more
@kojirosword: Imagine this: a being stronger than gods would channel endless mana through a simple ring forged and enchanted by mere mortals
do you think the ring will slowly melt, dissolve in an instant or blow up?
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EDIT: thx to shiraori for pointing out a few mistakes