Others saying that is an exaggerated joke.
But Priss knew that if Vitoris truly set her mind to it, she really would do something like that.
Vitoris scrolled through the tablet, which displayed a top-down surveillance footage.
In the video, a girl(?) with long night-black hair was straddling another curly-haired girl, prying open her mouth and feeding thumbtacks into it one by one.
Because it was an overhead angle, only the back of the long-haired girl(?)’s head was visible.
Vitoris imagined it must have been a sadistic grin on her face, while the curly-haired girl’s pain and terror could be felt even through the screen.
In the end, both the curly-haired girl and the one on the floor were taken away by the long-haired girl.
The entire process lasted less than two minutes.
The only time the long-haired girl’s face was captured was when she dragged the two girls out of the classroom and opened the door—showing her calm side profile.
“Guess I was wrong.”
It didn’t seem like she did such a cruel thing for amusement, but rather because she believed it was something that ought to be done.
“Was this a coincidence, or did he deliberately avoid the camera?”
Vitoris grinned, the tip of her tongue lightly brushing her small canine tooth as she rubbed her index finger across her lips.
“Hey, little Priss, tell me what kind of person our classmate Siloque is.”
She casually enlarged the profile picture of “Cass” on the tablet while asking.
“Can I… not say…?”
“No～ you～ can’t～”
Priss wearily rubbed her lower eyelids.
Reluctantly, after a brief moment of thought, she slowly spoke:
“I can’t figure out… what he’s thinking. When he first enrolled, he really was at the very bottom academically… yet in less than two months now… he’s already level twenty. An extremely abnormal existence.”
“The key point is… his constitution itself isn’t good. Just acting as Cass’s cushion nearly killed him… For him to level up so quickly afterward… either he’s hardworking enough, or someone’s carrying him from behind. “
“Some students… hide their strength and don’t like showing off. I originally thought he was one of those types—after all, he’d rather endure the mocking title of ‘Goblin Slayer’… than bother clarifying… which shows pretty good mental fortitude. The strange part is… when classmates provoke him, he strikes without the slightest hesitation…”
“Trying to use the chance to become famous? …But that’s not it either. Afterward he even controlled the class’s public opinion to stop it from spreading… If that’s the case, why not just not act in the first place?”
“It’s contradictory. Only later did I realize… he wants to isolate himself… The reason is still unclear. Isolate himself? …Not for fame… nor out of a sense of justice. He gets along quite well with Cass… and your daughter… yet he clearly avoids contact with… them…”
“OK, STOP—”
Vitoris crossed her arms in a big “X” gesture.
“You’re always half-asleep normally, but at times like this you can ramble on forever. Little Priss, you delivering long monologues in that half-dead tone is genuinely torturous.”
“I was born… like this…”
Priss didn’t mention that Siloque frequently visited the health room.
Since Vitoris hadn’t asked, she saw no need to bring it up on purpose.
“Got it, got it. I just can’t get used to it.”
If you can’t get used to it, then don’t make me talk about this stuff.
Priss shot Vitoris a resentful look in silent protest.
Vitoris completely ignored her, sprawling on the bed swiping the tablet while her raised legs kicked idly back and forth.
Everything Priss said, Vitoris could find out with a quick investigation.
She was obviously just here to tease her.
Or could the senior actually want to hear her real thoughts?
No, that’s impossible.
“After listening to your endless muttering, little Priss, I’ve become certain—Siloque is a kind, good kid.”
Vitoris smiled brightly, narrowing her sea-blue eyes.
Priss instantly felt speechless.
Which eye of yours sees kindness in him?
“He… stuffs thumbtacks… into someone’s mouth…”
“Law-abiding and doesn’t cause trouble—of course he’s a good kid.”
“…………”
And Katy too—what exactly does she see in him?
That very cute face?
Even though Katy isn’t the type who cares about appearances.
Though none of this really matters to me.
“…So what exactly did you come here for today, senior…?”
“I already told you—on a whim, just dropping by to take a look.”
“…Then how long do you plan to stay… I have to… go to class soon…”
Vitoris looked up at Priss and pouted unhappily.
With her youthful, vibrant, and beautiful appearance, it looked quite adorable.
Anyone—man or woman—seeing her like this would surely feel their heart stir.
Fortunately, I know her true nature and won’t develop unnecessary feelings like I did when I was younger.
“Fine, fine, I’m leaving now. Your rare senior comes to visit, and you’re so eager to chase me away.”
“Aren’t you… here to see… your daughter…?”
“I’m also checking on you along the way.”
Vitoris tossed the capybara plushie onto Priss’s face.
Just go find her directly—why hide here peeking through surveillance?
As Vitoris stretched lazily and grumbled, “Time to go to that annoying, troublesome meeting,” Priss hugged the capybara plushie, forcing herself to look serious as she spoke sternly to Vitoris:
“Senior, I have no say over matters in the dungeon. But this is the school—don’t do anything extra.”
Faced with Priss’s rare non-sleepy warning, Vitoris froze for a moment, then covered her mouth with the back of her hand:
“…Heh, hehehehe! Ahahaha! Please, little Priss? Don’t make me laugh like this, okay?”
Vitoris burst into cheerful laughter, clutching her stomach like a carefree teenage girl.
“This is my school—no one gets to tell me what to do.”
After laughing her fill, Vitoris wiped the corners of her eyes.
“I’ll admit it—I came today to see my daughter, and I was a little curious about what kind of guy the person she cares about really is. Relax—”
She patted Priss on the head.
“I won’t do anything right now. Company matters are already giving me enough headaches, and although some annoying rats have snuck into the school, I don’t feel like dealing with them. Too dirty and too much hassle.”
Vitoris pulled a bitter face and shrugged.
“Rats…?”
“Oh, but your jokes really cheered me up quite a bit. Thank you.”
I didn’t say all that to relieve your stress.
Priss only said it because she wanted to avoid trouble.
Senior is still the same as ever—capricious, arrogant, and completely self-centered.
I don’t particularly like it.
Mainly because whenever she shows up, not only can I not sleep properly, but it also drains unnecessary energy.
Vitoris pulled open the curtains, letting sunlight flood into the dim office.
“Just let them kill each other off. The one who survives to the end may not be the strongest, but it will definitely be the most valuable. Also, little Priss, you should exercise more—your flab is starting to show.”
She gave a charming smile, then flipped out of the fourth-floor window.
Priss sat completely still.
Only after confirming that Vitoris’s presence had fully vanished—leaving only the sounds of the computer and air conditioner—did she finally exhale.
“Haa…”
She let out a long breath, reached for her cup to take a sip of water, then stuffed the plushie behind her back as a lumbar pillow.
“Now”… but no guarantee about what might happen later… huh…
Priss looked at the profile file of Siloque Dasvey on the screen.
The photo taken upon enrollment showed long bangs and eyes filled with nervousness.
It doesn’t match the impression he gives now—is that part of the act too?
Priss clicked the mouse to close it, and the screen switched to the class’s hidden surveillance feed.
Right now, Siloque wasn’t in Class F.
Half the students were slumped over their desks, while the other half had already started moving around.
Some rushed to the school store, someone placed bread on their desk, others headed toward different classrooms.
Normally, a teacher’s duty is to impart knowledge, answer questions, and educate students.
But in this National Explorers Academy, for someone like her who serves as the homeroom teacher…
No—perhaps every homeroom teacher has a similar illusion—
It feels more like being a workshop supervisor in a chicken farm.
Priss rested her left arm on the armrest, propping up her cheek as she silently watched the screen, her eyelids gradually closing.
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.