Chapter 147 – The Adaptation Period (1)
Marey’s time to go to school was much faster than that of ordinary students. After being surrounded by women’s bodies all night, instead of being tired, the whole body was full of energy, so even if I had to sleep, it was only a few tens of minutes.
Late at night, he falls asleep surrounded by female bodies, wakes up with a light sense of ejaculation, pours a lot of semen into his mother and Idrien’s womb on the bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, and finally at the front door. Could start with
Even if there is a school within walking distance. It was also the reason why the morning started more quickly because of Ravela’s educational policy to raise her son as a good student, such as sincerity and diligence. Illien, who was realistically and clearly aware of her relationship with her superiors and subordinates, had no choice but to restrain herself to some extent because of Ravela’s notice in her household.
Maybe that’s why when I went to school fast like now, I chased after Marey and shook my body stickyly in the lab, howled like a dog in the woods behind the teacher where no one came to visit, and got stuck several times, and it almost became a habit.
Ravela, who can clearly see through Idrien’s cunning plan, abandoned Illien out of her house for a while (to put it in Illien’s expression, saying that she kicked her pet herself out of the house), so the time she left the house was the same. Was able to quickly get to the classroom where the class was held.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s an unpopular class or if I came too early, but the empty classroom was filled with meaningless creepiness. A sticky, strange feeling foreign to the word bleak, Marei trembled at the terrifying feeling she had no idea why.
“Oh, are you here?! Master~ I missed you~”
Her familiar voice was heard, and at the same time a soft feeling came from behind her, and at the pleasant softness of her, Marei tilted her head up and looked at the person who was hugging her.
“Illien, hello.”
“Whoops… Shouldn’t we reward the students who come early in the morning?”
Illien, her eyes twinkling like a puppy meeting its beloved master, still lowered her head and kissed her little boy’s mouth. She and she spontaneously sticks out her tongue and slurps her sticky saliva over her.
With her tongue tickling her mouth as if she was doing her charms, Marei let go of Illien’s meat, which approached with the momentum to lick her mouth. She is so cute in her act of licking her gums, soft palate, tongue, and even between her teeth.
“Whoops… I really like you, master. I want to do more, but… Mr. Itcher de Valentine is coming a little fast. Now, this is a textbook. Ravela-sama would have taken care of it, but I also have something I want to do for my master.”
No sound was heard, but Illien gave a small smile, and she kissed her mouth, forehead, and cheek several times as if she was sorry that she could not serve her master a little longer, and slowly moved her body clinging to her like a lover. Took it off.
“Icheru-sensei and Nagisa-sensei’s class was canceled because of the founding day of the Principality, so today is the first time right?”
Illien’s sudden demeaning appearance felt a little strange, but seeing her friendly teacher-like appearance, Marei didn’t say much and nodded her head in moderation.
“In some ways, it might be convenient to think of magic theory as a slight change in one big framework. I’m not looking for the extremes of magic, but if it’s a rough understanding and everyday level magic, it can be seen as the same. However, there are very few people who practice black magic. People tend to ostracize it, so it’s very fortunate to be able to learn in such a public place. Most warlocks don’t want to go out in front of people. You could say it’s a good opportunity. Isn’t that right, Professor Ycher?”
Illien was looking at the classroom door with a faint smile. Without the sound of her footsteps, without the slightest measure of popularity, a robed figure walks in.
She said, “I don’t know if you can call her good, but you can’t call her bad either. Professor Illien, why did you come here?”
A low-pitched voice leaked out from under the robe. It wasn’t a mumble, but it was so low that it took some concentration to hear her clearly.
“Because he’s a transfer student in my class! He’s a nice and smart kid, so you have to teach him well~?”
“I just keep teaching the same way as always. If you have the will, you will learn well and go back, or you will spend enough time and it will end.”
In spite of Valentine’s cynical answer, Illien just laughed. After Marey stroked her hair and encouraged her by saying, ‘You have to work hard, Marai,’ she immediately left the classroom.
She said, “I heard that she is the governor’s grandson, and I don’t care about that. If you study properly, you will get good grades, and if you go to class with the intention of spending enough time, you will receive low grades. Take your class seriously.”
“Yes, four!”
Icher de Valentine was still undressed. There was quite a bit of time left before class, but Professor Valentine was looking through the textbook. Seeing her silence, Marey had nothing else to do, so she opened her textbook that Illien had brought.
Post-it notes were attached in between, and several tips or additional explanations were written in plain text for easy identification. It was a gift that Illien carefully prepared, thinking it was a natural service for the master, so it was a gift that was very suitable to shake the young boy’s heart.
I think I hadn’t even begun to read through my textbook, looking through my adorable pet’s presents, when Professor Valentine picked up a piece of chalk and started writing down on the blackboard. Illien’s notebook seemed to say that she was shy, but she couldn’t find that feeling at all. It was a flaw for her to speak in a low voice, but since it was an empty class, I didn’t even notice that shortcoming.
“Have you ever learned black magic? No, did you learn any other magical theories?”
“I take classes in white magic and elemental magic… I haven’t really learned anything yet.”
Icher de Valentine, who had no intention of coming out of his robes, nodded lightly. She wondered if it would be uncomfortable, but when she saw her start her class wearing a robe as if it were natural, Marei grabbed her writing utensil and wrote down the notes written by Professor Ycher Le in the notebook that Ravella had taken care of. Began to go out.
“The definition of magic might be correct to start with the opposite concept of divine power. In terms of performing miracles that cannot be performed with a human body through magic or divine power, both can be seen as the same, and commonalities are also found, but the current academic society is holding a negative stance. In our black magic series, it starts with the theory that divine power and magic are the same, only the object that borrows the power is different.”
Itcher de Valentine reached out and began drawing basic magical formulas and shapes on the blackboard. The chalk, caught between the long white gloves, continued writing without hesitation.
“The reason black magic has been rejected for a long time is because it has a long history of being persecuted under the name of blasphemy because it puts divine power and magical power on the same line. The world is full of curses and unpleasant stories, but in practice, it has a longer history than elemental magic or white magic, and theoretically it can be regarded as the most perfectly established discipline. Memorize the basic magic symbols and shapes you just wrote down.”
The class went like this. As the class progressed faster than expected, Marey was barely writing down the writings and words of Ycher Valentine, and Ycher continued the class, neither fast nor slow. As a result, it was only for a moment that the break time came.
“Curse defense begins with a clear understanding of the concept of a curse, which starts with an accurate understanding of black magic… It’s time for a break. Until here.”
As soon as the break bell rang, Ischer de Valentine immediately left the classroom. When the class, which was so fast and required countless notes, paused for a moment, Marey sighed and sighed as he looked at his notebooks that had been filled endlessly for an hour.
As I heard from Labella, compared to my previous school, the content of the class was difficult and the amount was enormous. With the realization that this is a class learned in high school, I sighed a little at the thought that I should work hard from now on. Suddenly, the classroom door opened and a student ran in.
“Gyo, Professor, are you here?”
It was a student he had never seen before, but when he immediately asked for the whereabouts of Ycher de Valentine, Marey nodded and grabbed his head and let out a loud pain.
“Ugh… I guess I’ll have to retake it… It’s a big deal. Oh, hello. My name is Long Nung Uen. It looks like we’re taking the same class, so please take good care of us.”
“Hello. This is Mare de Parwen.”
“I was a little late because of circumstances today… Are you angry with the professor?”
“You didn’t really feel that way.”
Thank god. Long Nung-Uen muttered and immediately spoke to Marey, probably because of their sociability.
“Are you new to Professor Icher de Ballantine’s class?”
“Ah yes. This is my first time.”
“Are you embarrassed that you’re still wearing a robe?”
Marey nodded her head. Although she often saw her sorceress walking around in a robe, she took it off most of the time indoors. She must have been frustrated, and she was also cumbersome. When she talked to the wizards she met in Balter, they all expressed their disapproval because she was wearing only because she was the orthodox wizard.
“It’s a rumor, but there are rumors that Professor Isher is of a heterogeneous race. It is said that she is from the principality, but there are also rumors that she is not a vampire. What kind of race are you hiding it so meticulously…”
Long Nung Uyen dragged her tongue down. Her unruly brown hair fell to her shoulders, but since she was wearing a neat school uniform, she didn’t feel particularly messy. She had a strong sense of freedom and was someone I wanted to be friends with.
“…You’re late. Long Neunguen. Is there any reason for being late?”
Neunguen’s face turned pale at the sound of Ycher de Valentine’s voice. She looked very nervous as she thought she might have overheard the conversation.
“I’m sorry. That… Little trouble at home.”
“Then let’s start class right away. By the way, Mareid de Parwen is a new student, but since she is reviewing the contents of the first lecture, she will just skip it this time.”
Nungwu Yen let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing him do not know what to do with his stiff body and ruined face, Marey did not know what to do and had no choice but to focus on following the lessons of Ischer de Valentine, who continued writing.
Write and write again. Memorize and write again. With the fast-paced tempo of the class, Marey was overwhelmed just by keeping up. As a result, she quickly found her break time, and exchanged small talk and class content with Long Nung-Uen.
Long Nung-Uen was a son of a noble family living in the Southern Great Forest, and was forced to come to Balter by his parents. He was interested in the unusual curse technique used by the beast tribe, so he took a class from Ycher de Valentine. Marey could not help but nod his head because he could sympathize with him to some extent. As a result, whether it was break time or class time, it was over quickly. Icher de Valentine gave a simple homework and left the classroom.
“Because the professor has also left. I have to go now Then see you next time, Parwen-kun.”
First, seeing Neungwu N getting up from her seat, Marei couldn’t help but say good-bye. Even though she had a break every hour, Marei let out a long sigh as she looked at the incredible four-hour class.
“Isn’t it difficult? Icher’s classes have a bad reputation.”
When she turned her head to the sound of her voice beside her, Philia was sitting in the seat next to her with a mischievous smile.
“Oh no, hello.”
“It makes me sad when you say hello so awkwardly…”
Philia let out a small sigh at the sight of Marey greeting her while stuttering. Then she grabbed Marey’s cheeks on both sides and began to stretch them out.
“Even if you skipped a class, wouldn’t it be hard to take classes right away? In particular, Icher is a bit lacking in flexibility because he teaches classes exactly as he has prepared.”
“Did Philia also take Professor Icher’s class?”
Philia shook her head.
“I just know you, personally.”
Philia covered her mouth with a grin, and when she saw Marey’s handwriting, she began to scan it with her red eyes.
“Would you like to read it?”
“A little, excuse me.”
Seeing the amount of writing on the 12 sheets of notebook, Filia let out a small pain as if she was exhausted. She seemed to be clearly interested in the way she kept her eyes on the notes. Philia, who was silently flipping through the notes, stopped her hand until the next page had nothing written on it.
“You must have listened very hard in class. However, it doesn’t seem necessary to write everything down… Well, Icher’s personality doesn’t say anything else, so I don’t think it matters…”
“What is Philia doing here?”
“Why? Are you embarrassed to come? Oh, it’s a joke. It’s a joke. If you look at me with a crying face, I look like a bad person. I just came here to have lunch with you.”
Philia pokes Marey’s cheek and smiles lightly.
“Aren’t you… Busy with the student council?”
“Ah, what… I’m a bit busy though. There’s nothing wrong with making time like this. But who did you hear from? That I’m in the student council.”
“My classmates told me.”
Not bad. No, that’s good Philia nodded her head with her damsel.
