What? Put Me in the F-Class Too - 2
Her face, scanning the surroundings with a calm expression, looks quite pure.
Green twin braids, petite height. To be honest, the word "cute" is all that can describe it.
But the problem is...
'Those golden eyes are exactly like mine.'
She probably didn't have eyes of this color from birth. She must have received a blessing and used illusion magic.
No need to think deeply about it. She looks just like Artel, Christine's secretary.
That was my first impression of the girl called Tia. From her, a fairly strong aura emanates from the faint blood scent she carries.
However, oddly, it doesn't seem to convey a malicious feeling. Maybe it's natural. After all, I had a good reconciliation with Christine.
Now it's all good. Everything is fine, but...
...The problem is why this girl is wearing a F-Class demotion badge on her chest right now.
'She got demoted for beating a mid-tier student?'
And it was someone who was supposed to be selected as the magic competition representative?
Thinking about having to compete with the mid-tier class, it's a pretty good news, but thinking that a vampire has been added to the class, it's not such good news.
“What?”
“F-Class, student.”
“You're a vampire.”
“Human.”
“Why are you here?”
“Task.”
The guy deflected.
More precisely, he tried to deflect at first, but sensed that his identity was exposed and decided to brazenly leave.
“I need to know what the task is.”
“Christine-nim's task.”
Of course it's related to Christine. Who wouldn't know?
“Obviously, you don't intend to tell me what it is?”
Pertel nodded vigorously. It was her real name read through Blood Meter.
“As long as it doesn't block my path, I won't ask in detail. But if it's the opposite, I'll send you back to the Demon Realm without fail.”
“Helping. Helping.”
“Helping? Really?”
“Yeah.”
Pertel nodded as if truly innocent.
But if you're going to help, couldn't you send a more proper person? This guy feels like a time bomb in itself, so it's a bit unsettling.
When dealing with this type of opponent, one must always do something: carefully point out what to do and what not to do.
“Have you ever faced F-Class students?”
“A few.”
“When facing each one individually, you must pay extremely careful attention. Actions that violate etiquette and actions that disrupt the learning atmosphere must never be done.”
“Yeah.”
“Is that understanding and answering?”
“Yeah.”
It's suspiciously odd. Time has flown, and now it's the day before the magic competition with the mid-tier class.
But suddenly, a guy who was infiltrating as mid-tier came to the F-Class. How could that not be suspicious?
But looking at the main scenario indicator, which is a system message, no danger is detected yet.
What can I do? The objective indicator I must absolutely trust is the objective one, not my subjective personal feelings.
Rather, this change might help the main scenario flow smoothly. In the end, I nodded.
“You can go back now. Tomorrow is the magic competition, so it's busy.”
Pertel is not the type to act rashly out of personal motives. If it's a task given by Christine, she won't exceed the scope.
I'll ask Christine directly about what the task is later.
But why? After I told Pertel to go back, she doesn't seem to leave the office. Rather, she asks me.
“Adrian.”
“What? And end with Professor.”
“Professor Adrian.”
“That's right.”
Surprisingly well done. I nodded.
Teaching F-Class students is already exhausting, and now I'm also acting as a babysitter for kids, which is weird.
Anyway, Pertel asks with sparkling eyes.
“F-Class, female student.”
“......?”
I didn't even think she was going to ask something, and I couldn't even imagine what she would ask.
Confused, I looked at the girl, but she continued with a quite serious tone.
“Attendance book, give it to me.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I need it. For the female students, I need it.”
Pertel pointed to the attendance book on the corner of the desk with her index finger extended.
It's not a simple attendance list. It's an important attendance book that carefully observes the training process, assesses students' tendencies, and records pros and cons.
'Thinking about it...'
Vampires don't like virgin blood. I'm an exception, but most aren't.
I picked up the attendance book with my hand. Instead of handing it over, I smacked Pertel's head with a 'thwack' sound.
“Ay!”
“Since you disguised as a human, act like a normal human. No blood sucking, and definitely no homosexuality. Besides, dating itself is forbidden on campus.”
“Just once, show me.”
I sighed deeply.
“Since you infiltrated as a student, obey my words as a professor. Otherwise, you'll be sent to the Demon Realm without fail.”
“Ugh...”
Looking at Pertel's back as she left the office with a look of regret, I shook my head.
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“Wow...”
“What...?”
The F-Class students muttered with surprised faces, but Michelle was the same. Even the telekinetic girl was quite surprised this time.
The bento in front of us was quite top-class.
It was equal to or better than the bentos prepared daily by the maids of the Meynans family. And even the lid of the bento had her own badge pinned on it.
If someone ate this elsewhere, they would have widened their eyes, but for F-Class students, being provided with this at the academy is even more surprising.
“I don't remember paying extra tuition...”
“Really?”
Most students were bewildered, not even daring to touch the bento, instead of happily eating it.
They had been clamoring every day to eat delicious food, but now that high-class, delicious food was in front of them, they couldn't muster the courage to eat.
Is it because they came to the wrong class and should have gone to another? But the badge is still there.
“The big shot from the north said he sponsored the F-Class...”
Isabel said this while enjoying the bento. Other students tilted their heads together.
“What? Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
Students who would get suspicious about the source of Isabel's words, but seeing Isabel munching the bento deliciously, they couldn't help but feel hungry.
“Well... then...”
“Can we eat it?”
Even if Isabel's words were lies, they were now ready to believe them.
Recently, they had been suffering through hellish daily routines every day and got tired from it.
Memorizing study materials, after lunch, practicing all day, after practice, shower once, eat, then review all day.
How is this a human life! It's a learning machine!
Of course, participating out of voluntary will to escape the F-Class, but even so, it's a different story from the difficulty.
After going through that difficult process and eating tasteless food every day, when they could finally use the cafeteria for the first time, waves of emotion came.
But now, they're being provided with bento individually? And the side dishes are at least eight kinds. The fatigue from struggling hard all day is somewhat relieved.
“If you win the magic competition, you can eat this every day.”
Isabel added. That must be a lie.
It looks like it's just a special treat for the day before the magic competition. But Rutin added from the side.
“Yeah. That's what they said. There's a reason to win the magic competition.”
If you win the magic competition, you can eat this every day? The students' eyes started sparkling.
No, not just sparkling. Their eyes are spinning!
The will is burning, so now they eat this diligently and study diligently! And win the magic competition!
The moment the students opened the bento lids.
Creak, the front door opened, and a girl with twin braids entered. The door opened, but it's not the professor coming? The students' faces tilted.
You can't enter through the front door except for the professor, what is this.
The girl walked with a thud. As if her seat was predetermined.
And the destination was Charlotte's seat. Isabel, who was about to move to that seat, made an 'Eh?' sound and was bewildered.
“......?”
Charlotte was bewildered too.
Tia sat down, opened the bento lid, and placed delicious-looking fried things, tonkatsu, sausages on top of Charlotte's bento.
“...What?”
“Our, friends. So, this is for you.”
The students whispered.
Are you friends with Charlotte? By the way, she was demoted after fighting in the mid-tier class. Were they close? Something like that.
“Why are you doing this?”
To Charlotte's question, Tia answered calmly.
“In exchange, Adrian, don't like it.”
The students heard that clearly too. Michelle's eyebrows twitched as well.
After a while, the F-Class started burning with this firewood madly.
