Chapter 453 – Thursday, Week 7 (4)
‘I was wondering what the reason was because she liked it… I’m sure…’
Unlike Illien, who has a soft personality. When she heard that the bad-tempered Idrien had a crush on Marey, she didn’t believe it. It was inconceivable to Ycher de Valentine that a nasty bitch who lived on her self-importance would be nice to a little boy.
The ‘it’ of Idrien Ksacru, who had bullied him so tenaciously as a child, was a ‘something’ that lacked important things as a human being for a long time. At least he was able to convince himself of the actions of that idiot who pushed him down the stairs for secretly eating snacks.
He didn’t want to lose to others, was stubborn, and lived by his own pride. He had all the attributes to be ranked #1 on the list of people to avoid in social life and life history. It was literally a disaster.
If you look at the rank that Professor Balter hates, Idrienne Ksacro, who has a notoriety next to Lauren, and to some professors, surpasses Lauren. Every time he saw himself swearing at Lauren de Parwen, Ischer couldn’t help but feel ridiculous.
Let’s stop talking about meaningless things here…
Idrien Ksa Kruu, who knew that if he saw a talent superior to him, he would break his wings or break his legs instead of pushing his back, was it because he fell in love with the boy’s talent? Because she couldn’t be the reason why that bad-tempered person was good to this boy just because of her cute looks or good behavior.
According to strange rumors these days, she has become a lot nicer… Maybe it’s because of this kid…
“I, Professor. Is this right?”
“Hmm… That’s right. Great.”
It was not a specific magic, but the overall understanding of magic was definitely high. Even though it was only 3 hours a week, my understanding of black magic was not bad. No, it was rather great. Are you studying alone at home?
When it comes to the theoretical aspects of black magic, because other magic classes approach it based on a deep and wide understanding, this one is rather enjoyable, and they even talk about things that are not in the book. Rather than being disciples, it seems like he is talking about his major to wizards of other majors at a conference, so even if it happens that he explains more and more widely out of excitement, he follows along well.
In most cases, people turn off their interest if they say they don’t appear in the exam, but what kind of educator would hate this boy for the way he listens with his eyes shining on a story he doesn’t know. Of course, it was regrettable that his concentration would be disturbed when the information he knew came out, but since he was like that and the Ksacru sisters were like that, he could fully understand. Or rather, should I say that I feel a sense of homogeneity?
“Professor?”
“Ah, yes. Sorry. I’ve been thinking about something else for a while. So, about this part… Do you understand?”
“…Yes. I think I did.”
In response to Marey’s answer, Ycher happily nodded her head. Idrien, that bad-tempered bitch, Illien, like her sister, biting and sucking and trying to pet this child. Of course, instead of biting and sucking her child into her personality, she mercilessly whips her in the name of affection, and it seems that she will do it harshly to see how far she can understand…
She’s a bitch that can’t kill that character, so she might as well punish him. Well, since her older sister in Illien is watching her, she can’t do anything about it, but she naturally thought that she would be more suitable as a teacher for a talented and passionate child named Mare de Fawen than that human being. Continues
Of course, the role of inflicting corporal punishment changes, and the reckless subject has a direction that Icher could not have imagined in the complete opposite. If you can imagine the harsh reality of the boy and the Ksakrw sisters in your head without any knowledge, Icher must have been under the strict laws of society, not here, but somewhere else.
Well, thanks to Ischer who is thinking about this and that regardless of the actual relationship, Marey, who is concentrating on the body behind the robe and the nape of her neck visible through the dark hair, while the progress is a bit slow today, suddenly feels the soft touch of her arm. Body hardened.
You’re not wearing a bra. She’s about the size of Ravella. It seems that the middle part of her keeps touching. Unlike the boy who thought a lot about how to say this or not, it was a long way for Isher to notice what he was doing.
Her breath as well as her proximity kept touching the nape of her neck, and Marei began to seriously ponder whether she was flirting with her. If she were another male student, she would have just kept her mouth shut and enjoyed the situation. Since she often receives similar displays of affection from various females, Marey immediately addressed her to Ycher.
“I, Professor… ?”
“Huh? Why? Where do you need further explanation?”
“That is… Everything is reaching.”
In response to the boy’s words, Ischer unknowingly said, ‘Are you reaching me? Reaching?&Quot she muttered blankly. Then she lowered her gaze to the strange pressure she felt on her chest, and her own breast’s eyes grew as big as they could, pressing her boy’s arm.
“Oh, oh, this. No, this. That’s it, so no. Ah, this. Therefore. Ah… What is this… !”
Icher’s face began to lightly heat up as he continued to vomit something he didn’t know whether it was words or words, as if he was more startled than Marey. Unlike his fair skin, it didn’t feel like he was blushing, but he could tell he was shy.
“This, this, so… No, this… Shh, break time! Yep, it’s break time! It’s break time!!”
Icher didn’t know what to say, but after saying nothing, he shouted the word break time several times and ran out of the classroom with his robe pulled over. Marey looked at her watch as she looked at the back of Ycher, who had disappeared as if she was running away.
It was still a very long time before rest time came. Barely?
As Maray walked leisurely to the front door from the back door of the building, she felt the size of Baltaire Academy once again as she looked at the tall buildings in the distance. Because she usually spends quite a bit of time in the lab she goes through in between, she walks at a fast pace only on designated routes, so whenever she sees the buildings of the school with this leisure, she feels the size of them. And she is surprised
Summer seems to be starting, the sun is hotter than yesterday. The summer of the barrier is already feeling a bit chilly. The summer in Balter, which is lower than the wall, seemed to be difficult.
A little blonde girl stood at the door. She was holding a parasol in one hand and sticking her head out as if peeping inside the building. As for who she was waiting for, Marey quietly stood behind Merende as she looked carefully inside the building even though she was right behind. She observed Merende for several tens of seconds, but when she saw that he didn’t even notice her side, Marei, whose mischief cooled off, called her cautiously.
“Mrende?”
“Oh?! Ah!! Ah?! Uh, yes Marey… Ooh, what a coincidence!!”
“Do you have classes?”
“No no. Thursday morning is empty. He just happened to be passing by and came across this. Yes, by chance!”
As if startled, Marey glanced at the vampire girl talking nonsense with her red eyes wide open to the limit.
“Ah, Ycher is out!”
Seeing him checking his watch, Merande quickly added his words.
“Have you met?”
“Yeah, I heard you ran out wearing an ugly robe? Did Ycher do something wrong?”
“No, not at all. Merande, do you know Professor Itzer?”
“I had a relationship in the past… Little… ?”
Merande’s house seemed pretty great. Listening to Lee Ha-woon and Professor Lee Cher talking, it seemed like they knew each other well.
“Hi…”
“Ah yes. Hello.”
Seeing Merande’s hesitant greeting, Marey responded with an appropriate greeting.
“That that… Because I lost my way. No, he said it was just walking… Therefore… Therefore…”
Seeing Merende talking about her gibberish, Maray calmly waited for her to finish her words. He was a clumsy liar. A clumsy person who feels sorry for the viewer and wants to be deceived.
She knew and didn’t want to be fooled. What this clumsy, loner girl needs is not a courtesan, but a friend.
“Did you come to see me?”
“Ooh, coincidence… You wouldn’t believe me if I said that?”
“Hmm… Yes. I find it hard to believe.”
Merande’s face turned red at Marey’s answer. Her long, quivering ears seemed to interrupt every lie this girl was telling.
“Yesterday, I was going to talk… I wanted to say thank you. Yeah, I had to say this. It’s too late.”
“Suddenly… ?”
Merendet placed her hand on her chest and began to draw in her breath slowly. She seemed to be trying to relax, but seeing her courage more than ever, Marai calmly waited for her to speak in front of Merende, who took a deep breath several times.
“For calling me a friend, for hearing my swear words and getting angry. Everything, thank you yep, say this… I wanted to. I was a day late.”
Merande smiled shyly. Rather than the hand that was awkwardly scratching her cheek, her gaze went to the hand on the other side of her that was clenching her fist nervously. Even though her hand looked so lonely, Marei cautiously held out her hand.
Merende’s red eyes trembled, and she carefully held Marey’s hand. Contrary to her petite appearance, the grip of her tightly held hands was so strong that Marei almost pulled her hands out without realizing it, but she endured the pain as if her tears were about to come out.
Her nervousness, or her frightenedness, her trembling hands were like those of a man hanging from a cliff. If I let go of her hand, I will never be able to see her forever, as if the last pupil of my life will follow me.
“Ah, Mi, sorry!!! Oh, does it hurt!?”
Merande hurriedly removed her hand, as if she was even more surprised. She trembled and folded and unfolded her reddened, elongated ears.
Looking at her watch, her break time was right under her nose. Professor Icher ran away first, so she thought it would be okay if she was a little late. She walked around the building for a while with Merende, who seemed to have a lot to say, but didn’t spit out anything.
“I didn’t have time to talk yesterday.”
“Huh… I had a lot to think about. I also wanted to say thank you… It didn’t work out, so I just kept running away.”
Merendet smiled as if embarrassed. I could see her legs shaking under her red skirt. How much courage did this child need before she stood in this position. For some reason she felt her blues, and she could not keep looking at Merende, and she averted her gaze to the sky.
“How have you been?”
“Nothing… Except for a little fight with her sister, nothing much happened.”
“With your sister?”
Merande nodded her head slowly, as if depressed.
“Just… She didn’t want to fight. It was difficult.”
Merande let out a long sigh and let out a small laugh as if it was so funny. There was a lot of self-talk mixed in, so Marey couldn’t bear to laugh along. My eyes kept going to her weakly shaking hands. Her white little hands were like misty feathers floating in the air.
Looking anxious as if she would disperse at any moment, as if she would disappear somewhere, Maray reached out her hand without thinking or realizing it and carefully grabbed Merande’s hand. Startled, Merande jerked his body, then lowered her head, her morbidly white face blushing.
And she gripped her hand so weakly that she thought it hurt a little bit, compared to her grip right in front of her, which made her teary-eyed.
Feeling as if a small animal, a rabbit, was clinging to her feet, Marey smiled lightly involuntarily.
