What is a Dorm Supervisor?

What is a dorm supervisor? A dorm supervisor is the teacher in charge of managing the dormitories. Their main job is to guide and oversee the daily lives of the dorm students.

Hexi imagined a future where she was Refri's dorm supervisor.

'Guidance and oversight... I get to directly oversee the Angel's daily life...'

The Angel... No, guiding Refri's daily life...

Hexi grinned darkly as she pictured the future unfolding before her.

"Heh heh heh..."

Hexi already looked gloomy from her angel power deficiency, but this time, even the oblivious Refri and the even more oblivious Soya sensed something off about her laugh.

"R-Refri."

Soya tugged at Refri's sleeve.

"Heh heh heh."

"Refri! I actually have a sixth sense! And my sixth sense says that professor definitely didn't come here with pure intentions!"

In truth, anyone could tell Hexi was lost in dark delusions even without a sixth sense.

"We have to chase her out... She's a black magic hater!"

Soya kept tugging at Refri's sleeve and whining, but Refri couldn't easily send Hexi away.

Refri fell into thought.

'I don't want an adult managing us.'

Why do people start living independently? There are countless reasons, but the top one would have to be freedom.

'In movies and novels, dorm supervisors are always like, "Clean up because it's dirty. Go to bed early. What kind of mess is your room? Stop snacking." They just nag endlessly.'

If he had to listen to that nagging, it would be hard to clean the cathedral until he went mad with holy light, he'd feel awkward using magic books to tidy Soya's messy room every day, and packing full lunches to stop her snacking might earn him complaints too...

'Wait, what kind of life have I been living until now?'

Refri nearly shed a tear right then.

'I'm not Cinderella from a fairy tale or anything... What the hell...'

If Hexi knew about Refri's daily life, she wouldn't nag—she might just sob and whine right alongside him.

Truly, the pitiful angel Refri.

"Refri?"

Soya, the grateful(?) helper in Refri's daily life, tilted her head.

Refri gave a slight smile and patted her head.

"Eek, don't treat me like a kid..."

Soya said that, but she didn't shake off Refri's hand.

"So impure...!"

But seeing Hexi tremble at the sight, it seemed this was the real problem.

"Professor, shall we have breakfast first? You must have skipped it since it's so early."

So Refri decided on this: If Hexi offered as much angel power as Soya, he'd accept her as a new cathedral member. If not, he'd use the Angel's authority to send her away. If he commanded her as an angel, she'd obey even while whining.

'Even during that student council incident, Hexi listened to me. I can stop her!'

Of course, he could stop her now. But could he really in the future too?

The foolish Refri didn't think that far.

'If Soya and Hexi live together, more problems will arise, but the heroes' troubles are the source of angel power!'

Refri clenched his fist.

"I'll whip up breakfast quick, so have a seat. Soya, you sit too."

"B-but."

Soya sat by the table like a kid being dragged to the dentist, her slippers dragging.

Hexi naturally sat across from Soya, watching her intently.

"Student."

"...What?"

"What's your name?"

Soya hesitated, then slowly opened her mouth.

"Soya."

"Is your family name 'So'?"

"Hmph, I ditched my family name ages ago. Just call me Soya!"

Hexi nodded, then elegantly lifted her teacup like a princess.

"Soya. Let's get along."

She spoke as if her role as the cathedral's dorm supervisor was already set in stone.

Soya couldn't retort and just trembled.

'At least that's a relief. Hexi seems pretty normal when supplied with angel power.'

Thinking about it, it made sense. Vampires didn't always crave blood and go mad, werewolves lived as normal humans without the full moon, and artificial heroes were the same. With warm angel power like the sun, she could show such noble demeanor.

'Wait, if her habits are like a vampire's... Does that mean she'll rampage again if I disappear for too long...?'

Refri whisked the eggs, lost in deep thought—about the events to come and this world's profound truths.

'Should I grill one more slice of bacon?'

No, it was about breakfast.

"Professor, are you very hungry?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Professor, you're using formal speech..."

"Ah, it's okay."

Soya floated a question mark over her head at Hexi's sudden formal speech, but she didn't catch why.

And so, a simple breakfast of bacon, pancakes, and scrambled eggs was ready.

"Lumberjack style, huh?"

Hexi lightly commented on the meal.

"Yep."

Refri nodded, and

"Lumberjack? Oh, lumberjack. Lumberjack's good."

Soya pretended to know.

Hexi gracefully lifted her utensils. Soya awkwardly mimicked her and picked hers up.

The meal began.

The heroes' mouths filled with food made by an angel.

'Two for the price of one.'

No, angel power produced at double the rate.

'Professor Hexi. You can join us!'

Refri nodded while cutting a pancake.

Knock knock—

The door was knocked on again.

"...Lots of guests this morning."

The next visitor was a delivery.

A package sat alone in front of the cathedral, and the delivery ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man was nowhere to be seen, which was a bit odd.

The sender was listed as the New Angel Church headquarters.

"What? New Angel Church? Where's that?"

Refri tore open the packaging. Inside was a small dagger and white leather gloves.

"Wait, this..."

They were the angel's armaments he'd seen at the New Truth Church cult.

He'd thought they were toys for kids since they sparkled, but...

'From people's reactions, they seemed real. And now they're sending real angel armaments to me?'

Angel's armaments. If auctioned, they'd fetch prices that made S-rank artifacts look cheap.

But he'd thought they'd forgotten about him after he passed out from summoning Lephriel...

What kind of place was this New Angel Church to send him something like this?

"Refri, what's going on?"

Hexi's voice came from behind.

"Oh, some delivery came."

"Delivery?"

Hexi was suddenly behind him.

Hexi muttered questioningly.

"Refri, our academy doesn't handle deliveries."

"Ah..."

That's why rich-angel Refri, despite having money, had to camp in an empty cathedral without furniture.

"A delivery? To sneak one into our academy, you'd need power and influence at least on the level of a major guild. Who sent it?"

To send a package inside the academy... you needed major guild-level power?

What kind of people were this New Angel Church?

"Don't open it. Let me."

"...I already did."

"What?"

Hexi hurried over to Refri. Seeing the armaments in the box, she muttered,

"This is... angel's armaments."

Her voice trembled. The voice of someone who'd seen the unbelievable.

"Angel's armaments?"

"Yes, the archangel's dagger Flabellum and the healing angel's gloves Sanctus..."

Flabellum and Sanctus. Exactly the words from the New Truth Church.

"Flabellum is the only sword that can contain holy flames. If wielded by the right angel, it's said to boast divine power and strength rivaling... rivaling... the Hero's Sword—an absolute blade."

Rivaling the Hero's Sword?

Now ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even Refri couldn't believe Hexi.

'Equal to or greater than the Hero's Sword?'

Refri swallowed hard.

"Sanctus. Legend says it's an angel's armament on par with Flabellum. It's known to grant powers related ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to angelic authorities..."

Gazing at the two armaments, Hexi's composure shattered.

Once more, Professor Hexi was utterly absorbed in angel power, on the verge of drooling again.

"Professor?"

"Heh."

"Professor!"

"Uh, yeah..."

Refri looked at Hexi and said,

"...Go wash your face first."

"Yes..."

"The bathroom's back there."

Hexi staggered away in a daze.

Refri watched her go, then muttered,

"Just how does the Demon King's army get their hands on stuff like this..."

To hand angel armaments even to Four Heavenly Kings level... What items did the Demon King have to give such treasures to subordinates?

'Well, I knew the Demon King was strong anyway.'

Refri hid his fear and slowly equipped the gloves on his left hand and the dagger on his right.

As if imprinting on Refri's angel power, the sword and gloves began to glow... but after a moment, they lost their light and became an ordinary dagger and gloves.

'Not like Lephriel after all.'

Refri's level was too low. Naturally, he couldn't compare to Lephriel.

'Still, as angel armaments... they'll exert much greater power when using authorities.'

Even so, these were incredibly powerful weapons. Even in their nerfed state, they'd probably surpass average S-rank artifacts. Maybe even reach EX-rank, called strategic artifacts.

That immense power echoed within the sword and gloves.

"Refri."

As Refri was entranced by his new items' power... another guest arrived at the cathedral.

A female student breathing a little heavily. Without the small horn on her forehead, she could pass for an actress from a teen movie—she was that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beautiful.

"Mariya."

"Refri, that archery department professor hasn't arrived yet, right?"

"Archery department professor... Professor Hexi?"

Yumari stared at Refri with her usual cold expression.

"Yes, rumors say the professor lost to mania is targeting you."

"Yeah, that professor's seriously dangerous. Artificial hero and all."

The familiar voice from the side belonged to the pink-haired girl, Hongwol. She wasn't entering through the front door but trying to infiltrate through a narrow window gap.

"Too... tight."

"...Wol. Why the window?"

Hongwol's face flushed red.

She quickly changed the subject.

"Th-that's not important! So that crazy professor hasn't come yet? That arrogant bitch who only deals with archery nobles..."

"Refri, let's go to our dorm first. That professor is dangerous. From the rumors, Hexi is so unworthy of her title..."

As Hongwol and Mari poured out their words, Refri felt a chilling presence from behind.

"P-Professor..."

"Hmmm."

Professor Hexi stood behind Refri, slowly wiping her hands.