So yeah here you go...
It took me definitely too long to write this chapter and I am utterly sorry for the mostly boring stuff happening in this chap... BUT! You may believe me or not, I am following a, thin and nearly unnoticeable, red line of story and this chapter was a nut to take steps forwards...
Another point was, that I was very unsatisfied with the chapters content and ended up rewriting it over and over... until I simply decided to end that farce of mine.
YOU WILL FIND A SPOILER MARKER IN THIS CHAP!
The content of that Spoiler is sexual and not all readers may approve. But let me say, the content is not really part of the chapter though. Its just an alternative version of what might have happened. And it was a training for me to get a slight feeling on how I maybe will write a sex scene. So if you end up reading my shame... I will be glad to hear critic.
The good news is, that the boring part is mostly over and in the next chap Cleo will firstly summon her first undead! Huh huh? I mean what is a story about a Lichqueen without undeads....
scold me later for the boring stuff, hope you enjoy. Also this chapter is a two part chapter with this being part one.
Have a nice day.
Your Body has been restored. Time consumed:2 minutes
You've gained a lvl + 8 skill points
You've gained a lvl + 7 skill points
You've gained a lvl + 5 skill points
Heat Resistance lvl 1 -> lvl 5
I will never cast this spell again, at least not when I am so close to it myself...
“Kuhaa!” I drive up and take in a deep breath
“Cough, cough... fuck!” I still have some dust in my lungs and my try to breath, has triggered a setback...
“Shh, don't breath too hasty. Here I'll sooth your pain.” I turn left and recognize a person, who's voice sounded soo awfully charming right now.
A blue light covers around one of her hands and the beautiful women strives over my chest and lungs.
The uncomfortable feeling of dust in my lungs instantly disperses.
“See it's much better now. But you are really something else, to pull of such a spell in a sparring match... hehe, you have guts.” The golden haired women, still charmingly, whispers into my ears
It's now that I realize, that I am not longer in the arena. I am in a bright lit and vast room. It looks like a bedroom. I am currently lying on a broad and very fluffy double bed.
And the sun shines brightly through an enormous window behind the women. It let's her appear as if she's some saint, being blessed by the sun personally.
“Who are you? Where am I?” Confused about my new situation I roll myself a short distance away from her.
“Pff haha.” She chuckles?! Really what's with this women
“...” I shortly stare at her and scarce the room for a door.
If one lesson learned in my previous, as well as in this life, keep yourself away from suspicious strangers.
“Haha, the door is over there. But you don't really think I would let the door unlocked, would you?”
I drive around facing the women in blank horror.
She looks at me with a wide smile and says such cruel things...
calm down Cleo, maybe she's just joking.. right?
I mean there would be no chance she has taken me here without being noticed by the spectators.
I don't care...
With the fastest reaction I can assemble, I leave the bed and run towards door.
I will leave this room, even if I have to crush this poor wooden door.
I arrive before the door and cover my face with both my arms, my intention is to ram this door with my body at full speed.
~Thud~
“Mn, that's a nice power you have there.” Cold sweat establishes on my whole body and I feel how every hair on myself stands up.
The women who, until recently sat calm on the bedside... stands in front of me.
Even before I could reach, at least the knob of the door, she maneuvered herself between me and the door, catching my full forced body slam with a single hand.
I jump backwards in surprise. “ Let me go!”
I start to panic a little.
“Mn, Of course I will let you leave.” She calmly smiles at me
Thank god, she let's me leave.
I wait for her to step aside from the door... but she doesn't
“But firstly, you have to explain some things to me.” Her calm smile suddenly turns serious. And she takes a chair from a side desk, seating herself in front of the door.
“What should I explain?” I play with the thought to release my aura of the Lichqueen
“Mn, that's the way. Why not seating yourself, that way it would be much more comfortable.” She indicates at one of the other chairs at her desk.
Not sure for myself, I observantly take the offer and sit down as well.
“So, what have I to explain?” I ask warily
“To begin with, mhh... Why do you look like a noble. I mean you clearly have the power of a noble... creating this sun was proof enough.” She smirks at me and asks
“My father was a noble. What else?” I decide to stick to my story from my start. I told it the Vastgards already, so why now starting to create a new lie..
“Mhh, that explains a lot... Then, are you cursed?” Her smile suddenly changes again into a serious expression
“Curse? What do you mean? I am not cursed!” I have no clue what kind of curse she means, but I am definitely not cursed.
“Mn, that's no good dear. You should not lie to me. I have clearly seen your regenerative abilities, if not from the curse what else could you have used?” Her expression turns sinister.
So this “curse” has something to do with regenerative abilities?
“ I am not cursed, I have an inherited regenerative ability.” I answer her nervously. Oh please let her swallow that.
“Hahaha, Mn that's good.” She starts to laugh hysterically and stands up, walking towards me.
I naturally retreat a few steps, jumping up from the chair.
“Don't worry sweety. I will not harm you, the opposite would be more of it. I am Pheles, the current headmaster of this academy.” What the Headmaster of this academy... It's a women and such a... well, young women at it.
I scrutinize the blond, about 5,4 ft tall women. She looks like she's in her twenties, wearing something like an extended scarf? It looks like the top of a bikini, ending in a small cape at her back. Her trousers give of the feeling, that she must be a very leisurely type of person. They are wide at the bottom and look more like a parkour jeans.
This is the headmaster of the academy?
“Huh? What's the matter, somethin wrong with me?” She widely grins at me and asks
“Uh, no. I just more of, imagined an old man... or at least an old women.” How unexpected this whole situation is..
“Haha, well I'll take that as a compliment then. But you know, you are something special as well. And there is still something left that's a mystery to me.” She looks at me skeptically
“An...and that is?” Somehow I feel uneasy at her gaze
“Mn, how have you managed to cast that enormous spell? I have seen your files, your ID and you have definitely not enough mana to pull that off. So how have you done it?” A questioning undertone accompanied by a taunt of seriousness implied me that I am in deep shit...
what have I to explain her....thiink Cleo, thiiiink!
I know far too less about this world to come up with a plausible explanation...
I stare at her without an answer
“I...I, uhm... I just felt this tug on my mana and allowed it?” I feel the need to answer her and try to stick to the truth, at least some of the truth
“Mhhh?” A ridiculous fast move from her and she suddenly appears beside me, holding my arm and scrutinizing it entirely
“Hyaaa!” I scream up in surprise and try to pull my arm back, futile. She somehow manages to hold onto my arm without real force
“Haha, you really seem to have no clue. And totally no control over your outer mana... This could be even used as lethal weapon, I am curious how you managed to live in this town without actually killing someone.” She strives my arm with her overly long fingernails, I thought this would only be a trend in my old world... seems I was wrong.
“I have someone who takes care of...me” by now I realize how wrong this sounded
“Hoh? And who might be strong enough to compensate your flow of mana?” She persistently asks, continuing to circle her fingers on my arm.
“Hira, my sister! Let me go!” I feel how a shiver starts from my arm running upwards until my whole body is overcome with goose bumps.
What's with this women, She totally clings to me.
“You aren't, by chance, talking about Hira Vastgard?” She curiously whispers into my ear and slightly pushes me backwards
“Of course! She is my si...st..er” I stumble and fall backwards ~pomf~ I land on the large bed behind me
“Hoooho, so lil Hira is your sister. Ara?! Now that you mention it, you are surnamed Vastgard. So that's the reason why my small Hira is so eager to leave early lately, she has a little star hiding at her home... how unfair!” The women slowly takes over control of my body and shoves herself over me, forcing both my hands above my head, clawed with her owns onto the bed.
Before I realize what has happened I am immobilized...
“uhm... yes and now let me.....HYAA!” I try to struggle free from her iron grip, but fail and she suddenly tilts her head towards my ear and slightly bites.
“Mn hehe, soo cute.” She bends my arms together and holds onto them with one of hers.
With a tingling and gentle strive, one of her fingers glides towards my lips.
“Shh, we don't want someone to hear, right?” A gentle rub on my lips from her, tells me that this women is crazy.
Hell and how I want that someone hears me! “LE.....” The words keep stuck in my throat, as I suddenly look into a pair of deep yellow, slit pupil, eyes.
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The alluring women atop me, suddenly turns into something akin to a demoness. Her long and blonde hair starts to wave in hot flushes and blazes up like sunshine.
Her body emits a flustering aura, which totally emphasizes me. And her eyes, her eyes turned into deep yellow cat eyes.
She now gently bows over me, smiling an alluring smile and softly strives over my body.
Her hand moves gently, like a warm summer breeze, first my lips, then she moves on, carefully drawing a line onward stopping at my chest.
Meanwhile she let go of my arms, and uses her other hand to nibble softly on my ear.
An unfamiliar sensation rushes through my body and I feel my strength leaving.
“What are you doinn~” I meekly raise my voice, but only manage to cling to a short phrase
“Don't speak, just let it happen. This will feel really good I promise.” Her answer feels like the most correct thing to me and I feel how my consciousness slowly drifts apart
“Mn, o..ok” I feel a tightening desire for her to continue and a sudden rush of my mana leaves my body. Simply rushing into the waving aura, Pheles emits.
Spoiler: Spoiler
A very hot and tingling urge envelops my deeper regions.
One of Pheles warm and soft hands, slipped slightly into my underwear.
Gently caressing my moistened region. ~Ahhng~ I press my lips together, as a wave of irresistible pleasure spreads throughout my body
I simply have no urge to resist and with a slow movement, my hands already occupied my tender and firmly grown breasts.
Pheles moves her hand from my ear and slowly lowers the top part of my dress, revealing what my hands wanted soo deeply to caress. The circling moves with my fingertips, leads my white and soft skin to respond with a satisfied shiver.
A small wave of electricity flings my pink and tiny nipples upwards. The shiver intensifies and Pheles starts to undress me completely.
I keep firmly hold of my tiny breasts, squeezing them gently. My mind is overcome by a strange feeling, something within me starts to erupt.
I look up, meeting with Pheles luster gaze. She sees the slight helplessness within mine and smiles charmingly. “I know, I can't hold back either~” her words press themselves into my ears as she whispers
With a fast, nearly unnoticeable action, she has undressed herself as well. Now slowly pressing her body against mine.
Again one of her hands glides downwards, touching and rubbing my special spot. Desperate for more, I cling my arms around her body, pressing her strongly onto my own.
My legs wrap around her back and simultaneously push her hand stronger against my pussy.
Suddenly the strange feeling bursts out into an explosion of unknown pleasure. My body quivers strongly “hyaann~~” I gently bite my lower lip and moan heartfelt, as a stream of fluids gush out of my lower region.
I have no strength left and my body sinks relaxed onto the bed, but not stopping to feel the strong sensation. Suddenly my lips meet another pair and I stare meekly at Pheles joyous eyes. Her fine and warm lips pressing onto mine.
“OHHH LADY HEAAADMAAASTEEER?!” I am pulled out of my delirium as a rough and deep voice jeeringly yells from behind Pheles.
I see how Pheles eyes shrink into two small and frightened raisins, with a sudden flash she jumps upwards and takes a military stance at the bedside.
“Ohh, now you've done it Pheles! What, by all gods, do you think you are doing?” A slight dizziness ropes around my head, but I sit up and see a small grown man, maybe half the size of Pheles, shouting at her.
“Uhm, oh hello Francois, I... ahem, Right! I was about to examine young Cleo's body. Since she has cast that enormous sun before, I thought something has to be wrong with her outer mana flow.” Pheles grins guilty at the small man and starts fumbling with her fingers
“Ohh, you dare to lie at me. Be glad if I don't report you for today, be it in consideration that you stopped that spell and did your duty as Headmaster.” The small man shoves Pheles aside and walks towards me
“Young miss, I am sorry for this impudent and foolish Headmaster. I hope you can forgive her?” He helps me up from the bed and smiles amiably at me.
“Mn...” I am confused from this whole situation and I still feel an inner unrest. But I nod at him.
“Good, good. Right, I think your parents are awaiting you already. And I heard you have caught quite the attention up in the higher echelons. It seems even Lady Alwaria has taken an interest in you, she's waiting as well.”
“What, so it really was her who's attention Alwaria has set upon? That old wench...I think I need to talk to her” Headmaster Pheles starts mumbling
“No Lady Headmaster, for now you will come with me. Actually there is paperwork, a lot, waiting and somehow I have the feeling that your Co-worker has his free day today.” Francois sinister grins at Pheles and leads her out of the room.
With a small and whistled curse Pheles agrees on her fate and leaves the room, but not without turning back once. “Cleo, I am happy to tell you that you've passed the test. I will see you next week in school.” Her voice, only then, raises back into a chirping one . Before getting depressed when she leaves.
And so I am left alone in the vast bedroom. Puzzled I turn around the room, trying to get together what exactly has happened here. Somehow I don't remember precisely enough what happened.
I try as hard as possible to recall what exactly I was here for, but every time my thoughts reach a special point. I see Headmaster Pheles turning into something different and then... my thoughts start swaying....
Nothing... I just know that I felt incredibly light. As if something was taken from me, but at the same time it felt also very good.
Ah whatever, if it was important I will remember eventually.
Time to find Simjon and co. I take my leave as well, finding myself in a very cramped staircase leading me downstairs.
Half the way I come the conclusion, that this must be a tower. The stairs are carved into stone and the whole structure looks like it was once a natural stone, maybe a mountain was used to carve this school...
The spiral staircase is long and the continuously turning and circling gets really annoying, I speed up.
“Ahh, finally!” I see sunlight, shining brightly through a wooden door.
It seems my estimation was correct, I leave a large and round stone tower. A very impressive building considering that this is a medieval town. The height of this tower easily reached about 200 meter...
I gape at the high building. But then a special blue glowing light falls into my eyes. Maybe these buildings aren't that impressive. I see that a row of large orbs, is floating around the tower.
Obviously held up by magic.
So these buildings must be naturally influenced by magic as well...
“Cleo! That was amazing! I've never seen such a magnificent spell, the heat, the fire, this thing just looked so awesome! And you totally roasted that twerp...that's what he gets for laughing at you.” My attention gets forcefully pulled in a special direction. Hira runs at me and grabs my hands jumping restless up and down, whilst yelling at me and laughing.
“Hira! Step aside, I need to speak with Cleo and stop your praising.” A sharp voice interrupts us and Lira walks over to me.
With a defeated look in her eyes Hira steps aside. “Good luck Cleo. don't mind that too much, I am still on your side.” She whispers into my ear and walks away a good distance.
Again I am puzzled, I look at Lira and open my mouth. “ Lira I have pass...~slap~...” My sentence broke due to the rounded and very forced slap I gained on my face.
My white cheek immediately reddens and a surging sensation of slight pain rushes through my face.
“Cleo how dare you scare us this much! We thought something terrible has happened to you! We need to have a serious word later on, yet we need to find Lady Alwaria. I fear the worst thing is only incoming.” Lira breaks into a tear near state and suddenly slapped my face. Then she pulls my hand and hugs me.
Overcome by surprise I am too slow to react. But Lira whispers into my ear and hugs me tighter. “ I am glad that you are fine.”
“I..I am sorry” Following the mood I try to apology. It seems this family does have some affection for me... on the other hand I don't really understand why I have to apology, firstly I was given that spell to win, right? And secondly, wasn't it Lira who let me partake in this event?
Complicated feelings start to come up, as I think about what Lady Alwaria needs from me. Lira has managed to get a hold of herself again and takes my hand, leading me into a larger building.
The tower I left is connected to a larger plaza, something like a school playground. Here and there are some benches and in midst of it shines a bright and massive oak tree. The massive tree has reached an astonishing height of 80 meters and it's branches are covering the entire plaza.
From there on we are heading straight into a connected hall. The castles conference hall, is a large squared room. I guess over four thousand people would fit in here.
The structure is carved, the same as the tower, into a flattened and natural looking stone. White shimmering patterns, symbolic runes and thin lines like branches of a tree are magically flowing through the walls, giving the building something mystical and of course a cool design.
Lira's hand tightens around mine and she speeds up her pace. While Hira is, still slightly nervously walking aside me.
We pass the grand formation of chairs, which obviously are meant to await the incoming mass of people for the festivals passing ceremony.
I was told before from Nina, that this event consists of two parts. The first and most obviously was the fighting part. The second would be an official entrance ceremony for those who've passed the test.
I think it's hold in the conference hall. Rows of chairs are already placed all over the space and directed towards a large tribune. All in all this reminds strongly of the sight you would have in a theater.
Nevertheless my attention gets pulled away again. Liras goal is a small wooden door, with emblazoned studs. On the middle of the door is a blazing sign engraved. A double headed dragon.
As we come near the door, I shortly flinch in surprise, the double headed dragon starts glowing rapidly and it's heads start moving in our direction.
Four sharp and red glowing eyes stare at us and scrutinize me. I shiver slightly at the piercing gaze.
“Fortuna Major.” Lira says something weird towards the door.
(AN: You obviously see what I did there^^)
To my surprise the two dragon heads are staring at her compassionately and with a satisfied puff both huff a small smoking flame. The dragon heads wiggle back into their original form and return to being only a simple pattern.
The door creaks quietly and flings open in a slow bow.
“Ok Cleo go in, We will wait here for you. Simjon is inside as well and he will naturally support you, I know how frightening the higher ups can be.” Lira pats my back and let's go of my hand.
Slowly I enter through door, not knowing what to think of the implied situation.
I turn back to, maybe see something reassuring, but I only see how the door closes itself again and those menacing dragon heads reappear, staring at me.
Bastard door! My future profession may include lumberjack... we will see which door might be intimidating me again.
I stick out my tongue at the door and make a grimace.
Carefully I turn my attention towards the new room I am in. It's a small and poorly lit office, with very old fashioned furniture. The cabins at the side may be considered as antiques and the dark wooden office desk at the front of the room, emits a lot of authority. It's the kind of office desk you would expect to find at a mafia bosses lair. Even a fitting armchair is placed behind it.
Suddenly I recognize a black and immersive shadow, cowering at one corner to the left of the office desk. It manifests itself and reveals the massive figure appearing from it. With heavy steps and flushes of effort, Madam Singwoo steps out of the corner and simply walks over to me.
“Hello Cleo, haven't thought to see you dear, so fast again.” She takes a large breath and smiles at me, pearls of sweat are establishing themselves on her forehead.
“Mn, where's Simjon” I nod at her,without responding the smile and scarce the room for more people.
But I can neither find traces of Simjon nor of any other person. So I stare back at Madam Singwoo in await of an explanation.
“Don't worry, he'll be here soon. Why don't we seat ourselves first.” Madam Singwoo pats my head with her gigantic hand and gently pushes me towards a couch on the right side, next to the desk.
I follow the offer and take a seat. Alwaria Singwoo takes a seat in an ordinary chair, which is standing before the desk. She pulls it over to me and seats herself opposite to me. Facing me with a thoughtful expression.
“Uhm, why am I here?” The slight feeling of unease spreads through my body. My thoughts start running through many possibilities, what might happen next. But I fail to comprehend the situation to any good for me. So I simply ask.
“Mn, only natural you would ask that. But you know, the situation is a little complicated right now. Your demonstration of power has ruffled up quite a lot of dust. It appears someone special has come to speak with you, this matter concerns you,me and the person who's taught you that spell.” Alwaria turns sighing to me and smiles, but I see that her smile contains a lot of thoughts and concerns.
“Have I done something wrong?” That's the first thought in my mind and I immediately fear, for some reasons, that I have summoned a calamity for me.
“No my dear. It's just that the young man fighting you, only barely managed to survive. Unfortunately does he belong to a family which is tightly connected to the nobility. And even more unfortunate was his aunt, Duchess Kyuketsuki observing the spectacle from within the VIP platform. You might say, that she has taken the whole thing not very calm.” Alwaria shortly explains with sorrow establishing in her facial expression.
“And this Duchess now wants to make things difficult for me?” I swallow slightly
“Indeed, Duchess Kyuketsuki is a very persistent person. Once she has found displeasure in something, she gives it her all to eradicate that. But don't worry dear, with me here, we will see how much she dares to do.” A reassuring smile appears on Alwarias face and even her face, looks friendly and good natured.
“Ah, before I forget. You will need to do the ID ceremony again. As I have said before, those matters are also concerning me. It seems that the colored stones we used were not much of help to identify your actual mana status, I might have thought that they were accurate, but your spell from before was proof that they were incorrect. So the Duchess claimed my fault with the match up. She said if your status would've been accurate you wouldn't have been matched vs Leon Igwar.” She sighs again and takes a small set with stones from her pocket.
“Mind if we start?” She stakes the stones into a pillar, much the same as before and looks expecting at me
“Ok.” I nod and channel my mana inside the stones, just as the first time. “Kngh..” right there was this unpleasant feeling when they connect with my mana. I twitch, but endure and not long after, a bright shining light lights the room.
But this time around, all the colors start shining at the same moment and the pillar starts floating, separating the stones from each other and rotating them in an orbital circle.
Flushes of red,green, violet and blue sway in a circle and start to fuse. “Very well, it seems this time the quality was sufficient.” Alwaria nods satisfied
The rotating color circle fused completely into a steady flush of a rainbow colored stream.
With a short hand move Madam Singwoo interrupts the stones and they rashly fly into her hand. Where she then grabs them tight into her fist. Within moments the stones fused together and created a new pendant. Likewise the blue screen appears as well.
Status Name: Cleo Gender: Female Age: 6Level: 5 Profession: /Rank: DTitle: /Health: 1750HP regeneration: 10/secMana: 11000Mana regeneration: 200/secStamina: 150Stamina regeneration: 5/secStrength: 150Wisdom: 350Agility: 125Intelligence: 125Class: childRace: Human
“Mn, that is indeed a huge difference in mana and wisdom. My dear it seems as if I truly made a mistake, when I let you go with your incorrect status.” Madam Singwoo laughs at me a bit abashed.
She gives me the new pendant and I put it around my neck. Dresses don't have pockets... how unfortunate.
“Now Cleo, would you perhaps mind telling me who exactly it was, that you learned that monstrous spell from? That was a truly irresponsible act.” Alwaria smiles at me again and gently asks
“Mn, Dumbledore gave me a tome.” Without even betting an eye I tell Alwaria whom I've gotten the tome from. I don't want to be his disciple nor do I really like the old man, so I see no harm in accusing him.
Maybe I will even be let off the hook and they search for fault at his side..
I grin sinister
“Ah, uhm...well dear and what might be a dumble....”
Alwaria starts, but a sharp and sneering voice breaks her off
“Yes! And who might that Dumblesomething person be?” Suddenly a wall flings open, seemingly a hidden door, and an excessively thin women makes her appearance.
The women, who's not even the width of a matchstick is clad in a white pelt robe and wears one of those old teacher glasses. Her hair is whitened and bound into a round braid with a needle stuck through it. Her facial complexion is more than arrogant. A large nose and a downwards wrinkled mouth, small and inverted eyes and a sharp piercing gaze.
Everything about that women screams “Snobby” and it seems I am right. “ Duchess Kyuketsuki, I thought you wouldn't want to partake in this meeting until Headmaster Pheles would come here?”
Alwaria jumps up and immediately walks in front of me.
Is that a protective manner? I don't know, but the Duchess is giving of a domineering aura. Something tells me that she is definitely in a different league.
Said Duchess pulls her mouth even more downwards and sneers arrogantly. “ Mhmp, Miss Singwoo my businesses is nothing the likes of you, should concern themselves with. I have decided to see who the impudent culprit is, in person. And it seems it's just a little bastard girl. Truly a shame, what the nobility has done here.”
The ice cold women walks past me and gives me a ridiculing look, before she settles for the leather armchair behind the old office desk.
With every step she pulls a wavering aura of authority behind her. And her demeanor is an impenetrable castle of dominance.
I can only stare at her, totally overwhelmed by that freaking personality of hers. Has she called me a bastard girl?
I will remember that you fishy hag.
I subconsciously tighten my fists, as a sudden pat on my head pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Good to see you alright Cleo.” I turn around and look into Simjons friendly and amiable eyes.
“Simjon! You're finally here.” I feel the surge of relief and yell in surprise
“Ah Mr. Vastgard, good that you've come. Now it seems the only missing person would be the Headmaster and the vice Headmaster.” Madam Singwoo decided to ignore the arrogant behavior of the Duchess with dignity and rashly speaks to Simjon. She seems to have noticed his arrival before me.
“Indeed, that irresponsible wench of a Headmaster is as late as ever.” The Duchess taps the desk table with one of her long and thin fingernails.
“Ho Ho, I see you're all waiting already. I am sorry for the lateness.” This voice is undoubted the overly grandfather voice of a special Dumbledore...
And with a small gust of wind a vortex forms within the room, dispersing into the figure of an old man and finally revealing him completely. With long and slow strives through his beard the vice Headmaster Schild Wut makes his entrance. He slowly walks towards the sitting Duchess and kisses the back of her hand.
Afterwards he turns towards us and speaks. “I am pleased to see you all and again I excuse myself for my small unpunctuallity. Also I bring message from Headmaster Pheles, unfortunately she cannot be present today. So we might even start, don't we. Ho Ho Ho.”
The grandfather voice at his best he waves a hand and without ado a comfy couch-chair appears behind him.
“Finally! But of course this will be over rashly. Since I demand for that “girl” over there to simply take the entrance test again. But this time she will fight my son. They should be an even match. Any objections? No, good.” Without even concerning herself with the people present, the Duchess starts ordering. Leaving Simjon, Alwaria and even Schild completely open mouthed
I don't need to speak of me, do I? I don't even have a clue on what sort of conversation I have met here. This feels more like a trial... a trial against me!
“Duchess, I recommend you to overthink that again. Your honorable son is of the age of 17 years and he is already a part of this school.” Schild is the first to find his mind again and instantly tries to urge the Duchess to reconsider
“No, I must insist. And you must watch your tongue, don't forget with whom you're speaking! It's a shame already, that a bastard like her is allowed to even partake in this school.” She claims her authority and snorts in my direction
“Stop your insults! Don't you see that Cleo is just a small girl? I will not tolerate further ongoing of your insults, Duchess or not Duchess.” Simjon has gotten angry, he loudly yells at the Duchess and I see the veins on his head bulging.
I like the feeling of someone standing up for me.
“Yes, you shouldn't let her hear all that. And I strongly recommend to put this cause as an accident. What happened has happened and can't be reversed.” Madam Singwoo supports Simjon
“You dare to speak up to me, you unworthy little peasant! I will teach you what will happen!...”
The Duchess seems to be very angered and a sudden surge of wind estimates a storm inside the small room. She starts to release her mana...
The wooden planks start wailing and the office desk creaks miserably.
In action against the mana from the Duchess, Alwaria also starts to release her mana, a black cloud of wavering shadows spreads, like a net, above me and Simjon blocking the storm of hostile mana.
“Ho, everyone please calm down again. How about we ask the person in question.”
Finally the storm calms and Vice Headmaster Schild managed to calm everyone with his amiable voice.
I wonder if that is a skill of his, maybe his grandfather voice has its uses.
“Cleo, would you take the test again and fight against the son of her Duchess? I can assure you that the fight will be matched evenly considering your stats.” Schild bows over to me and asks smiling, but I see a hint of doubt in his old wrinkles.
He has only spoken of stats, evenly matched stats. That explains the meaning behind his words.
“I agree, if I am given some preparations before.” Yes, I have considered my position and yes that idea might be bad, but I think I need that fight. Especially because of the level ups it would definitely give me.
I recall, that I've leveled a few times today due to my fight. And what worse should happen, I mean I am immortal.
“Cleo you mustn't decide that. I am sure we can find another way.” Simjon tries to urge me against it, but my resolution was made.
“So you agree?” The Duchess now faces me and asks jeeringly
“Mn, with a preparation time.” I nod and this time I don't evade the piercing gaze form her
“Good. I give you a week time is that enough?” And her mouth curls upwards giving me the worst sight I've ever had... OH GOD ISMA!
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“Mn, fine by me” With that I stand up and firmly walk towards the door. Intending to leave.