160 First Class -2



"Remove your hand," my voice was sharp, betraying Blaze's advice.

"Huh?" Adam seemed a bit befuddled, as if he hadn't quite heard what I said.

'Don't let anger take over!' Blaze urged in my thoughts.

"I said, remove your hand from my shoulder," I reiterated, my tone composed this time. Adam glanced between me and his hand, his expression one of mild surprise, before he pulled his hand back.

"Sorry," he offered, and then continued, "Do you know Mary?"

"Who?" I responded. Vexa also seemed intrigued, her brow slightly raised.

Is she friends with this guy?

"Mary Kleine. You both... were friends, right?" Adam seemed a tad taken aback.

"Oh, I remember her. It's been a year since I've seen her, so I forgot. Yes, I'm acquainted with her mother, but I don't know much about her," I answered, brushing my shoulder casually as I surveyed the classroom. Many of the gazes directed at me held a hint of disdain.

"H-how?" Adam's voice wavered slightly before Vexa stepped closer.

"I think it's best if we leave now. We wouldn't want to disturb the juniors, would we?" she said, her gaze shifting to me as she uttered the last part. There was something enigmatic about her, a certain air of mystery.

"Yeah, I agree," Adam concurred, turning away and heading toward the door.

"Ren Hilton, huh," Vexa muttered my name, casting a sidelong glance at me before following Adam with a faint smile.

"You should work on your reading skills now," Adam's voice echoed as he disappeared from my sight.

She can't read?

Turning my attention back to the classroom, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. My mere presence seemed to have already set off a commotion.

As I approached the seating area, I noticed that no one appeared to be eager to have me sit next to them.

'Who would've thought you'd end up getting the cold shoulder? Haha, it's quite refreshing,' Blaze remarked with a chuckle.

I proceeded to the last row, where there was an empty space in one corner. I settled down there, away from the bustling activity.

After a while, a woman entered the classroom.

The classroom's atmosphere shifted as a woman entered, her confident stride and captivating aura drawing every eye in the room.the embodiment of sultriness, exuded a potent mixture of allure and authority.

"Good morning, class," her voice, a husky timbre, sent shivers down spines. "I am Professor Devereux, and I'll be your guide through the intricate world of Magical Theory and Applications. Let's make this semester... unforgettable." With a subtle yet irresistible smile, she held the room in a beguiling spell.

As Professor Devereux began her introduction, the room buzzed with murmurs and hushed comments:

"Look at her chest, it's big!"

"She's so sexy."

The undeniable allure of her beauty had the entire classroom captivated, whispers and glances exchanging in acknowledgment of her stunning presence.

As Professor Devereux began her introduction, the room buzzed with murmurs and hushed comments:

"Look at her chest, it's big!"

"She's so sexy."

Professor Lorraine Devereux possessed an enchanting appearance that seemed to transcend the bounds of mere mortal beauty. Her flowing chestnut hair cascaded down her back in bewitching waves, shimmering with an otherworldly sheen. Her eyes, a shade of emerald green.

"Ahem," Professor Devereux cleared her throat, her voice carrying a subtle undertone of amusement. She gracefully gestured toward her face, her expressive eyes locking onto each student's gaze, before shifting her attention downwards.

"Focus at my face and not here," she said, her finger pointing at her chest, her tone playful. And then, with a smirk and a pointed look, she added, "Especially boys," as her finger moved to indicate her chest.

The classroom erupted in a mixture of stifled chuckles and embarrassed coughs, her admonishment expertly delivered with a blend of charm and authority.

"I'll take attendance now. Please state your presence one by one and introduce yourselves."

As Professor Devereux initiated the attendance process, she began calling out the names of the students. I recognized a few from the game's NPCs.

'I'm not sure if you were a geek or just had an incredible memory back then,' Blaze quipped from atop the table, his tail causing a stir among a few intrigued girls who cast glances in his direction.

Looks like he's not exactly hated.

'Feeling a bit envious?' he inquired.

Not really, I replied, but it's unsettling to be disliked without a reason. It would make more sense if they resented me for something like taking their parents' lives, but that's not the case.

"Ren Hilton?" Eventually, it was my turn.

"Present." I responded, and once again the atmosphere turned awkward.

"Your name wasn't..." Professor Devereux seemed puzzled.

"I was just demoted from Class A to Class B," I explained, the admission eliciting gasps from some of those around me.

"Demoted from Class A to Class B?" Her surprise was evident as she furrowed her brow, processing the information. The room seemed to hold its collective breath for a moment, the tension palpable.

"Very well, Ren Hilton," she said, her tone composed once more. "Welcome to Class B." Her words were laced with a subtle encouragement that seemed to lift the weight of the room's scrutiny but she didn't ask me for the reason for the demotion. 

I nodded in acknowledgment and settled into my seat. The class continued, covering the basics of magical theory and applications – topics I was already familiar with. As Professor Devereux elaborated on concepts I had encountered before, I found myself quietly reflecting on the events of the morning and the peculiar dynamics within the academy.

"It's going to be tough," I muttered.

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While Ren attended his first class of the year, Adam returned to the student council room, with Vexa trailing behind him.

Vexa's sudden enrollment was shrouded in mystery – her royal lineage acknowledged by the royal family, yet her father's identity and lineage remained unknown.

"Adam!" The student council president, Isolde Halloway, called out, her figure buried amid a pile of documents.

A smile graced Isolde's face at the sight of Adam, though it quickly morphed into a frown upon spotting Vexa accompanying him.

"I've already told you she's not permitted here," Isolde chastised, her frustration evident.

Vexa remained silent, her gaze fixed on Adam.

"I brought her along, please don't be upset," Adam interjected, waving his hand dismissively.

Isolde sighed, running her fingers through her hair in exasperation. "Adam, you know the rules. The student council room is strictly for members only. We can't have outsiders wandering here."

Vexa's gaze remained locked onto Adam, her expression unreadable.

"I understand, Isolde," Adam replied, his tone apologetic. "But I thought she might find it interesting to see the student council room."

Isolde glanced between the two, a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "Fine, just this once. But if she causes any trouble, she's out."

Vexa's lips curved into a faint smile as she finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I promise I won't cause any trouble, Isolde."

Isolde raised an eyebrow, still clearly skeptical, but she turned her attention back to her work. "Very well. Just remember the rules."

As Adam and Vexa found a place to sit in the room.

"Where's Mary?" Adam inquired as the room's entrance welcomed a new presence – Mary's.

"Devil," Isolde muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as both Mary and Elsa walked in.

The number of girls surrounding Adam seemed to be a noticeable trend, one that Isolde appeared to take exception to – a sentiment that Adam seemed entirely oblivious to.

"Mary," Adam's voice held a familiar warmth as he called out to her.

"Hmm?" Mary turned, a smile lighting up her features upon seeing Adam. However, Adam wasted no time before sharing his news.

"I met that Ren guy today," he stated.

Mary's expression shifted as she processed his words. "Come again?"

"Ren Hilton," Adam clarified, referring to him as Mary's "acquaintance."

"What!?" Mary's outburst reverberated through the room, her voice cutting through the air and startling everyone present.

The sudden exclamation seemed to pause time momentarily, drawing the attention of every student in the vicinity and adding a palpable tension to the already charged atmosphere.

Mary's outburst hung in the air, the room filled with an almost eerie silence as everyone's attention focused on her. Her wide-eyed astonishment and raised voice had managed to startle not just those present, but even the papers on Isolde's desk seemed to quiver.

Isolde looked up from her work, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "Mary, lower your voice," she admonished, her tone laced with irritation.

Mary's cheeks flushed slightly as she realized the attention her outburst had garnered. She cleared her throat and managed to regain her composure. "Apologies," she muttered, casting a quick glance around the room.

"How?" Mary's voice trembled as she questioned Adam, her curiosity mingled with a hint of apprehension. As Adam began to explain the encounter, Mary's expression seemed to drain color with each passing word.

"H-he said that..." Her voice wavered, a momentary crack betraying her emotions. "That he is familiar with my mother but not me."

Without a moment's hesitation, Mary abruptly rose from her seat and

dashed out of the room. Her departure left a sense of urgency hanging in the air.

"What happened?" Vexa asked as she pulled some chocolates out of her pocket.