Self-Introduction - 2
“Dizzy.”
Dizziness and fatigue. While I was still suffering from some symptoms of anemia, I slipped out of the classroom.
Even as I took each step, I kept my mind on the game’s scenario and the events that would unfold for each character.
‘Today is the day no one dies.’
There were no scheduled deaths for the protagonist or any of the named NPCs today.
Of course, every situation carried variables, so I wouldn’t let my guard down completely.
Yet for an ordinary human, the peace I enjoyed right now was more precious than anything else.
The phrase “ordinary human” was slightly off, though. After all, I was a vampire.
“Anyway, it’s dizzy.”
This dizziness was because I was a vampire, after all.
I had expended quite a bit of life force preparing for today’s lecture.
The source of magic in the demon realm wasn’t mana, but life force.
Black magic didn’t demand anything particularly high-level from the user.
One simply paid the price corresponding to the result and received the outcome.
‘To observe fifty-nine additional people, I’d need far more life force.’
Of course, I would have to rely on my unique trait—the Lord’s Eyes.
Vampires had several ways to replenish life force.
The most efficient was bloodsucking, followed by sex, with sleeping being the least efficient by far.
No choice. The only option available to me right now was sleep.
Since I had made them study under the pretext of self-introduction, it should be fine for today at least. Definitely.
No, not just today. Just three hours.
***
The classroom without desks or chairs was surprisingly spacious. Quite a lot.
“Looking at it like this, it’s better than the training ground, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Once everything is cleared away, it really is wide.”
This was a self-introduction directed at me. While some students shone with enthusiasm for the task, Michelle smirked.
“Hah.”
It was unbelievable. There was no way to explain it except with that expression.
The ‘telekinesis’ the Maynans family prided itself on operated on an entirely different level from what others could manage.
The adults’ reactions when mentioning telekinesis in front of Michelle had always been stereotypical.
They would praise the tremendous power, ask for the secret, or seek advice...
But such attitudes were merely bothersome. Nothing that would touch her pride.
Yet Adrian. What exactly was he doing?
He was treating her as nothing more than a tool to move the desk.
Issuing such a command alone would establish their superior-subordinate relationship clearly. He was probably being careful not to let the students see.
...More calculating than I thought.
“I’ll endure it.”
It wasn’t as if I’d be here for long anyway. Once my body recovered, I wouldn’t come near the F-class.
Well, who knew. Thinking that way made my heart a little lighter.
No matter how much I pretended to know and acted the part, his identity as a commoner wouldn’t vanish.
And Michelle had seen from a young age what kind of inferiority complex ordinary magic users eventually displayed.
If it were our family, it would be enviable. Understand.
The accident during the level measurement. She had probably wished for a long fall when it happened. Sorry, it won’t happen.
“Yeah. I’ll endure it.”
It wasn’t that I disliked something for no reason. I disliked it because I didn’t want to get entangled either.
Dust had settled on the bandages. Just as I was thinking about changing them...
“Michelle. Your telekinesis is really precise.”
A cautious voice calling me. Michelle only slightly turned her head.
Leading with her striking black hair, Isabel, and the other F-class classmates...
No, don’t call them classmates. There were a few more F-class guys.
“Still, I think I should say thank you.”
“For what?”
Did you come to say that moving the desk with telekinesis is appreciated?
You can’t think of anything else to annoy us with. That’s why you’re in F-class. If you say that, I’ll really show you a lesson—
“The idea to empty the classroom and use it more widely, that’s what you suggested, Michelle?”
But Isabel’s words were incredibly unexpected.
“Hmm.”
It was so unbelievable that I couldn’t even make the natural denial.
Hollow words. But I needed to know.
If something happened that I didn’t know about, first acquire information. Fortunately, Michelle had enough composure for that.
Waiting quietly for Isabel’s next words, she continued.
“Really, it’s fortunate. The training ground used by the F-class is honestly too old and worn out, so I didn’t want to go there. How did you come up with such an idea?”
“Who told you?”
“Professor! While you were moving the desks, you said that.”
“Ahah. Adrian.”
This time I tried to smirk, but since it went beyond unbelievable, I let out a “pfft” laugh.
I needed to raise my evaluation of him a bit more. From ‘calculating professor’ to ‘extremely calculating professor’.
This is how it comes out.
She’s really smart. Using speech that hides intentions in situations.
Adrian was presenting Michelle with a kind of negotiation card.
I won’t mess with your position within the F-class. Rather, I’ll properly take care of it, so let’s keep a good relationship with the professor as much as possible.
Something like that.
‘It’s not even funny.’
This negotiation was basically dirty in mood.
Why? Because this negotiation assumed that Michelle would stay in the F-class all the way.
Unbelievable. For Michelle who was about to leave this class, what reason did she have to get along well with Adrian?
Of course, human relationships were important in life. But would important human relationships be in the F-class?
“Who would want to train in such an old training ground. Of course, we should be able to come up with such ideas.”
“Amazing. We couldn’t even talk because we were scared. If it weren’t for Michelle, we might have been doing assignments in that old training ground?”
“Maybe.”
Originally, I would have stopped here and turned around. Because Michelle fundamentally disliked conversing with others.
But if Adrian approached arrogantly with psychological warfare, Michelle wouldn’t give in.
So, she continued speaking.
“That professor. Surprisingly, quite sloppy.”
At that, Isabel and the other students’ eyes widened. Isabel immediately asked again.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Literal meaning. You heard exactly what he said.”
“I heard it, but it doesn’t make sense. It seems like a great person who can use difficult techniques easily.”
Michelle shook her head.
“You can use difficult techniques too. Just memorize and copy.”
“Then why that confident attitude? If there’s no basis, you wouldn’t say that.”
“Because I’m an ordinary person, I have to be desperate. If I don’t maintain a sharp attitude, my bottom will be exposed.”
The students’ faces showed slight doubt as they heard the story.
Their minds were probably spinning quickly.
“Originally, why burn a perfect transcript while making us study? Have you thought about it.”
“That’s… To let us understand ourselves, as you said?”
“Naive. Isabel.”
“......No?”
Isabel asked with wide eyes.
“Self-introduction, what a good excuse. But after everyone here understands themselves, what’s next? We’ll need customized learning for all sixty-four of us. How long will it take for one professor to prepare that?”
“It will take quite a long time...”
“Even if we generously assume it’s possible, at least a year. Then for a year, we’ll have to study in this empty classroom. Hey, isn’t this a picture I’ve seen somewhere before?”
The students’ faces turned pale as they listened to the story.
If an ordinary person had said it, I wouldn’t know.
Because it was Michelle from the Maynans family who was licking her lips, no one could easily brush off this story.
Isabel asked with a pale face.
“Then we’ll... keep studying? In this classroom? Continuously?”
“Decide for yourself. The situation is clearly given. Where is the professor who should be observing us studying right now?”
With this much talk, public opinion formation should be sufficient.
With the intention to add one last word, Michelle opened her lips.
“Even the day to call him ‘professor’ is not far off. Soon I’ll call him a swindler...”
Crack—!
“Ow?!”
But at that moment, someone pushed Michelle with all their might.
Originally, I could have endured it, but my broken leg hadn’t recovered yet.
It was an unexpected situation, so I couldn’t even assist with telekinesis.
In the end, with a “bang,” I fell on my butt.
How long had it been since I fell?
Hamilra de Adrie. The first time since the level measurement with that guy.
The coldness of the classroom floor seeped through my butt. Cold. My mood was really bad.
Not just bad, disgusting. No, unbelievable.
When I lifted my head.
“...What?”
Black bob hair with a slight red tint under the light. An eyepatch covering one eye.
It was Charlotte. So, probably that guy who went to the training ground chasing Adrian and got embarrassed.
She was glaring at Michelle with her eyes.
“You pushed me.”
Michelle asked, with an incredulous expression.
It was an unfunny situation. The one who fell was Michelle, but Charlotte was the one who seemed to have lost her composure.
“.....Explain.”
“It doesn’t come through well.”
“...Cancel it.”
“What?”
Charlotte bent her knees to match Michelle’s eye level.
“Cancel what you said to the professor—‘swindler’.”