Perspective of Elise-Turned-Eric

"Damn it! I can't stand this!"

Chopin kicked over trash bins in an alley away from school.

"That puny jerk! He's made me look like a fool, and it's hurt my pride!"

He seemed utterly unhinged.

Apparently, my target for revenge is his cousin or something...

Well, I might as well make my appearance.

Here I come.

"Well, well, I thought you were crude, but this is another level."

"You... You're Eric Morris!"

"So you lash out with blind fury at inanimate objects because you were hurt by someone you thought was beneath you. Pathetic."

"Want to fight? No teachers around, perfect! I've been looking for a way to vent!"

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He became enraged and assumed a fighting stance as I taunted him.

He's so predictable.

"I utterly despise men who show off their power against weaker opponents like you..."

"Acting high and mighty, huh? Did you forget? I'm the top student in our grade."

"You're just good at gaming the system with that tutorial dragon—nothing more than a hacker exploiting loopholes."

"Is that so? Listen here, you little nobleman. I grew up street boxing. I'm not some soft rich kid like you."

He cast an advanced fire spell.

In response, I countered with advanced ice.

"Impossible! My flames aren't supposed to be stopped by some half-hearted young lord."

"I've been vomiting blood mastering male voice magic, just to get this strong body."

To acquire an elite's physique, I, a commoner, even dabbled in forbidden magic.

All for the day of vengeance!

"Take this! Master Fire!"

"What? That spell isn't for high school students!"

"You think I trained like a normal person? I'll learn any magic necessary to win!"

The flames engulfed Chopin.

"Arghhhh!"

I looked over my shoulder.

"Clara! You're there, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

My partner was trembling.

"Heal this fool. I don't want him expelled on my account. Cover up this mess. He should recover from burns of this level."

"What about the scars on his soul?"

"Don't heal those. I want him to fear me."

"How cruel..."

"Huh. Turned off, are you?"

"But it's thrilling and cool. You're not the gentle Eric I knew before. You're like a prince."

A prince, huh?

It's a complicated feeling for someone who used to be a girl, but it's not too bad being seen this way.