“Teaching Assistant Cielciel, please speed up the distribution. We need to start class.”
“Understood…!”
The nun Cielciel, acting like a maid strictly obeying Professor Kotifen’s orders, immediately began handing out the flyers more quickly and energetically. When the succubus secretary reached Erika, the young girl quietly asked her.
“Cielciel, what are you doing here? And what does ‘teaching assistant’ mean?”
“Ah..! Comrade..! I was hired as a teaching assistant for this academy’s professor…! I’ll explain the details during the Elven Night…!”
“Elven Night? What’s that?”
“Comrade hasn’t received the invitation yet..? Understood..! I will contact the relevant personnel to deliver the invitation to your dormitory as soon as possible..!”
Is this girl reciting lines for a UN General Assembly speech?
And what’s with this strange accent and the way she drags out her words?
Every time I see her, this succubus girl seems to become even more bizarre and unpredictable, further exceeding my expectations.
Did I raise this kid wrong? This is a newbie account that cost twelve gold coins!
While Erika was still confused and lamenting, Professor Kotifen slapped the lectern heavily with her palm. “Assistant Cielciel! Hurry up, hurry up!”
“Eek..! Sorry..!”
Cielciel flusteredly handed out the materials onto each student’s desk one by one. Watching her clumsy movements, Erika couldn’t help but offer some advice. “You could just give the materials to the people in the front row and have them pass them back.”
“So there’s a method like that..!”
After Cielciel finally managed to distribute all the handouts, she obediently stood next to Professor Kotifen’s lectern. However, the students in the classroom were still intrigued by the rare succubus appearing in this school and continued whispering.
“Isn’t a succubus part of the Demon Race? How can a demon appear in this academy? Isn’t the Ark a facility managed by the Order?”
“Don’t be so narrow-minded. What’s the big deal about a succubus? I just had a class with an ogre.”
“What, an ogre attending a lecture? Don’t make me laugh.” “It’s true! In the Faith and Philosophy class, the ogre actually…”
The buzzing discussions rose and fell. For a first class, the atmosphere was unusually chaotic.
Kotifen Bolbeck slapped the lectern heavily a few more times with her palm.
“Alright, that concludes today’s first class. Remember to be on time for tomorrow’s class, Friday morning. Also, Assistant Cielciel, please stay behind.”
“Wah..! I, Cielciel, haven’t done anything wrong…!”
“You forgot to feed Witichi, didn’t you? And where is Witichi now? I haven’t seen it since morning.”
“I don’t know…”
Seriously? It’s over just like that?
But the course schedule is entirely up to the professor. Since the professor says class is over, then it’s over. “First day’s so easy. Let’s go, let’s go back to the dorm and slack off.”
“Professor Bolbeck is so straightforward. If it were Professor Gomis, the first day would definitely be packed with non-stop lecturing, right?”
The students praised ‘our great Professor Bolbeck, no further words needed’ while laughing and leaving the classroom.
From what Erika knew, failing a course at the Ark was quite serious. Was it really okay for the teacher to dismiss the students and for the students to just kill time like this?
Oh well. Being able to pass this course and establish some connection with the young lady of the Bolbeck Family is a gain in itself, right? Erika consoled herself for traveling for half an hour only to attend a five-minute class.
Kotifen la Bolbeck, of one of the Four Great Noble Families, still remained shrouded in mystery in Erika’s eyes.
How to approach the heiress of this family… she would need to think about it slowly and act accordingly.
Silently packing her bag, ignoring the few boys who were stealing glances at her but lacked the courage to approach her, she flipped her hair and left the classroom directly.
…
Originally, the Thursday Elven Index class was scheduled from four-thirty to six. Since the actual class ended so quickly, it was only a little past five. With some free time before the six o’clock dinner, the young girl felt a bit at loose ends.
Erika began thinking about what she could do during this free time. She didn’t want to waste even an hour.
Should she practice magic more? See how many pigeons she could control at once? Or review the Nullification Spell she learned yesterday?
But the moment the thought about magic arose, a wave of dizziness suddenly hit her brain. The feeling was hard to describe, a bit like a sudden bout of low blood sugar, with churning in her stomach accompanied by slight vertigo.
“Hmm.” The girl instinctively felt this was a warning of Mana Depletion.
The magical energy, or mana, flowing through her Magicka Circuit was already nearly depleted. Perhaps this was a warning signal and protective mechanism to prevent overexertion?
After all, she had just reached Level 3, a novice mage through and through.
According to orthodox strength standards, she was probably, at best, around Tier 1.5.
Therefore, the girl’s mana reserves were extremely limited. Just controlling a few pigeons to do backflips had almost drained her completely. And to think, her Magicka Circuit was originally constructed from inferior materials…
Inferior…
Erika wiped away the nosebleed that had quietly trickled down. Following the idea that surfaced in her mind, she stepped forward and resolutely walked into the grand building located at the center of the Ark. This building housed the Ark Central Student Council office, various club buildings, and other affiliated facilities.
Looking at the signs and indicators hanging inside, she slowly made her way to her destination, located in a corner on the first floor of the central building—a place somewhat resembling an infirmary.
Knock knock. After she knocked, a response came from inside immediately.
“Who is it, please?”
“I’m feeling a bit dizzy, so I came over. May I come in and rest for a while?” “Oh my, that sounds serious. Please, come in.”
Only then did Erika push the door open and enter. The room had a single bed with white sheets, a few pale yellow curtains fluttering in the breeze, and the faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air. It fit the girl’s impression of an infirmary or school clinic perfectly. Sitting in front of a chair was a woman wearing a standard white coat, with a stethoscope-like but more retro-looking device hanging from her chest. At a glance, she was a dashing, capable head doctor.
And strictly speaking, she indeed seemed to be a doctor. She looked to be in her early twenties but radiated the mature and steady charm of a ripe peach. Behind her glasses, her orange eyes held a hint of bewitching allure, yet also retained liveliness and intellect.
“Where are you feeling unwell that brought you here?”
The female doctor asked the girl with a smiling face as she tied her fiery red hair back. Her slightly upturned red lips were perfectly described as “bewitching.”
Although many people called Erika a fox spirit, the girl just wanted to cry out in protest—come and see what a real fox spirit looks like!