Kirche gave a charming smile. Looking down on him, she thought to herself: What is this? So this guy is just another secret admirer of mine. For people who are overly narcissistic, their eyes that are meant to see the truth tend to be blinded very easily as well.
“Sure, so tell me.”
De Lorraine told Kirche softly.
“…It was a small sized girl. She was looking at you and waved her wand, so I think that it must be her.”
“So then who is she?”
“I did not get to see the face clearly though.”
De Lorraine seemed embarrassed as he added.
“Yeah, after that, my attention was shifted onto you, with your gown turned into cloth strips. It was after that that I thought that she might be the culprit for this. But when I turned my head again, she was no longer there.”
“Oh… Is there anything with you that can act as proof?”
De Lorraine took out a thread of hair from his pocket. That was a thread of blue hair.
“This hair color is very uncommon.”
“To possess hair of such color, there shouldn’t be many?”
De Lorraine nodded.
“Thank you, I think I know who it is.”
Kirche said so softly, looked across the area and… Her eyes stopped at a small girl wearing spectacles. That kid, I think her name was Tabitha?
De Lorraine, who is standing beside me now, didn’t he have a duel with her? As she was not interested in this sort of thing, she had only heard a little of what happened.
“Didn’t you have a duel with her?”
“Yes.” De Lorraine nodded. “Though it is shameful, but I lost very miserably.”
“So I heard. The reason for the duel?”
“Because she was very disrespectful towards me, I said: ‘I wonder what your mother is like.’ As you know, that girl has a strange name right? She must be hiding lowly birth. The moment I said that, she suddenly acted, that is why I lost against her.”
De Lorraine lied.
Kirche tilted her head and thought about it.
She had made fun of her for a bit during the entrance ceremony, could that be the reason? Besides, she seemed to have made fun of her name before.
She narrowed her eyes and stared at Tabitha, her face showing a cold smile.
Seeing this scene, De Lorraine judged that his plan seemed to be going smoothly, he couldn't help but give a smirk in his heart.
Kirche appeared to be completely convinced… That Tabitha bore a hatred towards her for making fun of her name, and consequently took revenge.
The reason Thonet Charente presented this idea to De Lorraine was because she remembered that there had been some friction between Kirche and Tabitha during the entrance ceremony, so she put that incident into use in this plan.
The next morning… Kirche walked into the classroom, and sat beside Tabitha. Tabitha on the other hand read her book without moving. Kirche took action and snatched her book over.
Tabitha looked towards Kirche, those blue eyes that still did not allow others to detect any emotions in them shone with a certain glow.
“You… The method of revenge you thought of is really clever.”
Tabitha did not reply.
“Is it that unforgivable to have your name made fun of?”
Tabitha tilted her head, looking at Kirche, she did not seem to understand that Kirche meant that incident.
Kirche threw pieces of her gown before Tabitha.
“This is very expensive.”
Tabitha used her finger to rub the cloth, and looked at it for a while.
“I intend to make you suffer the same humiliation, will you accept that?”
Tabitha shook her head, as if implying “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Stop acting. You excel at ‘Wind’ magic right? I hated the wind originally, but now I hate it even more. To be like you, sneaking at some dark corner to release a whirlwind… That is really too annoying!”
“It wasn’t me.”
With things developed to such a state, Tabitha finally opened her mouth.
“Things have already gotten to this stage, and you still intend to act innocent?”
Kirche’s red hair danced like fire. She showed an effortless smile and said in a calm voice.
“Then remember this, it shouldn’t take long for me to make you remember it.”
With that, Kirche stood up and walked back to her seat.
Thonet Charente and De Lorraine sneakily hid at one corner of the classroom to eavesdrop on their conversation; following that they exchanged glances, and secretly gave a smile.
They initiated the second part of their plan very quickly.
After school that day, Tabitha returned to her room, only to find it in a pathetic state. The room was filled with a burnt smell, books, which had been Tabitha’s only friend, and the bookshelf to put them were all burnt to pieces. Tabitha picked up the remains of one of the burnt books. The pages inside were burnt to ashes, and flew off, falling back onto the floor.
Tabitha bit her lips hard. She used her emotionless eyes to look around, and found a thread of hair that fell onto her bed. She picked up that thread of hair and with the kerosene lamp in her room, she saw the red long hair shining with luster.
Within Tabitha’s deep blue eyes, a strong cold blizzard began to blow.
Deep in the night, there was a knock on Kirche’s door.
Kirche had been furious about having provided her body at the party for free for the admiring of all the students and teachers in school, she asked the person outside the door: “Who is it?”
“It is me.”
It was Tabitha’s voice. The side of Kirche’s lips raised in a vigorous manner, revealing a cruel smile that would never be displayed before others. She opened the door to her room.
Tabitha held a large wand in her hand, standing outside the door.
“You finally intend to settle things once and for all?”
Kirche asked, looking from above at this girl whose height was only up to her chest. Tabitha did not reply, and just used cold eyes to stare at Kirche.
Those eyes gave a clear reply to Kirche’s question.
“Location?”
Kirche asks once more.
“Anywhere is fine.”
“Time?”
“Now.”
“Good.”
Kirche took up her wand, and walked off before Tabitha.
At the center of the Vestri Courtyard that barely had anyone there even in the day, Kirche and Tabitha turned their bodies to face each other. It seemed that the moon would be their only audience.
Yet… There were other spectators hiding behind bushes or the shadow of the tower. That would be De Lorraine, or the group of girls seeking revenge, with Thonet Charente as their leader. And Thonet Charente was the culprit for sneaking into Tabitha’s room and burning her bookshelf.
This bunch of people were rejoicing over the success of their plan. They wanted to witness the final results, and so they arrived here, sneaking up behind Tabitha and Kirche.
Darkness quietly surrounded the cold moist air in the night of spring.
Kirche raised her wand before her.
“Firstly, I would like to apologize. Regarding making fun of your name… I have no bad intentions. As you can see, this is just my personality~ It seems that unintentionally, I tend to make others angry.”
Tabitha placed her big wand down towards the ground, and was prepared to chant a spell anytime.
“But, I never expected you to make me suffer such a humiliation, so I will not go easy on you.”
Yet Kirche noticed that Tabitha was still very small. Even though she was really angry, but to fight against a girl as young as her… Is this really right? This query appeared in her heart faintly.