“I'm going to die! Save me!”
He shouted reflexively. The arrow, as thick as his arm, stopped in front of his eye. It started to melt, turning into a puddle.
At the same time, the arrows that pinned his body to the wall too began to melt.
The newly released de Lorraine trembled uncontrollably. At his feet, a pool began to form, not from the defrosting ice arrows, but from some other liquid. From between his legs liquid flowed, forming a body-temperature puddle. He sank to his knees.
Throwing away his wand, and begging, “Please spare me,” he crawled away.
Tabitha's little feet suddenly filled his vision, scaring him so much that he shrieked. She stood there looking down at him, her expression unchanging.
“Spare me! Let me live! S-Sparring's merely a game! Duels where you gamble your life are old history!”
De Lorraine said, denying everything he had said earlier. Tabitha stuck out a wand.
“Let me go! If you let me live, I'll do anything you say!”
Tabitha pointed at the wand in her hands, saying simply,
“You forgot this.”
It was the wand de Lorraine had thrown away.
Those were the reasons why Kirche and Tabitha were hated by the rest of their class... Kirche especially by the girls whose boyfriends she had stolen, and Tabitha by de Lorraine, who she had beaten so badly.
De Lorraine suggested a plan to the girls.
On hearing his plan, the girls clapped and agreed. This would keep their identities from being known and take care of the two most hated girls in class.
Chapter 3
The welcoming dance party for the new students would be held on the weekend of the second week, the week of Heimdallr, in the month of Ur. As the focus of the party was the new students, the senior students decorated the hall and entertained the new students as hosts.
The table was filled with delicacies prepared specially to welcome the stomachs of the new students. The splendidly dressed seniors were discussing which new juniors to invite for a dance.
Needless to say, the most eye-catching person was naturally the foreign student studying at the academy from Germania, Kirche.
Basically, the new students were still not used to social activities, so in terms of their tastes in attire, or dancing moves, they were still considered very bad. Consequently, they were not qualified to be dance partners of the senior students yet. Nonetheless, this new Germanian student who had been very “lively” in the social sector in all manners was another case. She possessed a strong sexy charm, her beauty was comparable to a flower giving off the scent of sweet nectar. The chatting topic of these senior students was focused on who would invite this new student for a dance.
And so, when Kirche -wearing a black sexy dancing gown that brought out her well-developed breasts even more, her hair combed to a hairstyle popular on the streets, and adorning a ruby necklace that symbolized a slight fever- appeared, all the gentlemen in the area gave an emotional sigh. The sigh spread out like a ripple, and in a moments notice, Kirche had captured the eyes of all the people in the area.
The females at the scene, upon seeing Kirche’s appearance, shifted their eyes away, and began finding faults with her dressing and hairstyle. This was because having the attention grabbed by a foreign female had made them feel very unhappy.
The male seniors surrounded Kirche, all trying to invite her to dance. Kirche showed a proud expression, and squinted her eyes like an arrogant queen.
As soon as Kirche took up a wineglass, there would be someone pouring grape wine for her. Whenever she bit a piece of cheese, there would be someone bringing her a plate with meat. If she told a joke, everyone would laugh heartily. Kirche’s every move drew the eyes of everyone at the scene.
The music had started. Kirche chose a noble to be her dance partner. He was a tall and handsome second year student. This handsome guy showed a smile like a perfect sculpture, and kissed the back of the hand Kirche stretched out to him. Anyone could tell easily that these two were the highlight of the day.
There were a bunch of people on their seats a distance away, watching this with ice cold eyes.
They were the group that intended to take revenge on Kirche and Tabitha. One of them, who bore love for that second year handsome student, bit her handkerchief and shook her head in anger.
“Ah~~ What is that! How dare she get so close to Pelisson-sama…”
The leader of this revenge group, Thonet Charente, said softly as she flicked her gray hair.
“Just watch. We are going to shame you right before everybody…”
Following that, she sent a signal to De Lorraine. He had been hiding behind the curtains at a corner of the hall, waiting for this moment to arrive.
He followed the script that he had practiced beforehand, and began chanting a spell while pointing his wand at Kirche.
Kirche was holding onto the second year student and walking into the hall, when suddenly, a small whirlwind wrapped around her body.
“What is this?”
Before she finished her sentence, the whirlwind began to twist and turn and entangled her gown.
“Huh? Oh?”
Countless thin small wind blades cut Kirche’s skirt and underwear, tearing them to shreds.
“Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The one who gave off this scream of exclamation was not Kirche, but a girl standing near her. Other than the shoes at her feet, Kirche was just like a newborn, dumbly standing at the center of the hall, naked.
The second year student who was supposed to be with Kirche had a nosebleed, and fell after losing a pool of blood. All the gentlemen at the scene, including the teachers, all stared straight at Kirche, as if swallowing her whole being. As for the ladies who did not have a good impression of Kirche, even though they gave off something similar to a sigh of pity towards this sudden incident, in their hearts they were laughing in secret, feeling that their unhappy feelings were vented out.
Yet… Kirche did not panic from this unfortunate accident, and instead, she brought her queen stance into play.
She did not cover her bronze-colored body, which was giving off a wild charm, at all. She walked to the side of the wall, looking very natural, and sat on the sofa there.
And, under the stare of surrounding students, she crossed her legs, murmuring comments like “it got cooler”. At this moment, the culprit, De Lorraine acted indifferently and walked over.
“What a disaster.” He said as he draped his coat over Kirche.
“Just who… Did, did such a thing…”
De Lorraine said, shifting his eyes away from the body Kirche was so proud of. His face could not help but blush red.
“Basically I can more or less guess who it is.”
Kirche stared at a bunch of girls in the far corner. They were looking in this direction, and smirking as they whispered to each other.
De Lorraine placed his mouth by the side of Kirche’s ear.
“Erm… I saw someone that seemed like the culprit in the shadows from the curtains…”
Kirche used suspicious eyes to look at De Lorraine.
“Oh… Really?”
“Yes. If I tell you who it is, would you go on a date with me?”
De Lorraine repeated from the script that they had prepared beforehand. Mainly because Thonet Charente argued very strongly that, by asking this, Kirche was more likely to believe what he said.
Kirche studied De Lorraine slightly. He had a face that looked rather inflexible… He belonged to the type that, even though confident in their studies and magic, had absolutely no idea about boy-girl relationships. It looked as though he might be secretly in love with her?