Chapter 90 – 53-2 Their Reaction.

Sudden growth.

The academy students glance at Allen, who appeared in gym clothes after just one week.

It was Allen who thought it was good to look at it with the slightly fluttering, slightly in love eyes of the female students, but…

‘The school lunch is a study, but what if you keep looking at me? Look ahead.’

I can’t speak openly because I’m in class.

Tired of the burdensome eyes of the eager school lunch girls, like the extras staring at the heroine of a shoujo manga, Allen decided to lie down on her desk and sleep.

I could hear the sighs and sighs of the female students who were a bit regretful as they knelt down on the desk and exhaled slowly.

‘Anyway, I know you’re handsome. Let’s go to sleep.’

Though she wasn’t sleepy, Allen thought that she’d rather sleep.

“Uh…! Me…!”
“What…?”

An unstoppable touch waking Allen from sleep and someone’s voice warming his eardrums.

“…Is it Chloe? …Haaaaa…!

Allen let out a huge yawn as she stretched out, rubbing her eyes and looking at Chloe, who forced herself to stand up.

“Why did you wake me…?”
“When are you going to take the test?”
“…Huh? Is it a test? Ah, the test. I’ve learned a lot in the meantime haaaaa… I see…

Allen yawns again and wipes away her tears.

“Be prepared. And you haven’t forgotten?”
“Yes, yes. Now that I know it well, let’s take the test after the festival.”
“Oh? Wouldn’t that be more disadvantageous then?”

Covering her mouth with her hand, a slight smile was pretty cheeky.

‘Still, it’s like a cat, so I put up with it.’

“Looking at you smiling like that, you must be confident, right? Did you learn a lot from Miss Cordelia?”
“Of course not! Ah, by the way, how did you ask Miss Cordelia for teaching me?”
“A disciple longs for learning in order to attain enlightenment, but what kind of teacher would refuse it?”
“You speak like an old man.”

Master and disciple.

Are the words out of Allen’s mouth true?

Chloe looked at Allen with her suspicious eyes.

‘Isn’t it possible that he bribed Mr. Cordelia with money? Or through status? This guy should be able to do it…’

Chloe, whose imagination was more rude than she thought, still glared at her Allen, worried inwardly that Miss Cordelia, whom she admired, might have been threatened by her.

Meanwhile, seeing Chloe questioning her suspiciously, Allen changed the topic to try to calm her down.

“What are you staring at so closely? Have you ever seen a tall, handsome man?”
“You are crazy.”
“Why? Looking at it objectively, am I really good looking? Is not it?”
“How handsome… Anyway, when exactly after the festival?”
“Hmm… A week after the festival will be suitable.”
“Okay.”

When she heard that she would be taking the test a week after the festival, Chloe said okay and went back to her seat.

‘Hmm… I think I’m suspicious. Well, even if it’s like me, it’s strange for a teacher to teach another academy student at the request of an academy student.’

Allen, ignorant of Chloe’s spoiled imagination and reasoning, just quietly looked at Chloe as she returned to her place and opened her notebook.

“I-over there…”
“Huh? Why?”

Allen, who was looking at Chloe thoughtlessly, heard the voice of a female student in front of her and turned her head to ask.

“Your body… Is it okay?”
“Oh, that’s fine. Why?”
“Oh, no. I was a little worried because I was hospitalized…”

‘It’s cool. After all, do men have to be tall?’

Seeing her schoolgirl act embarrassing in front of her, Allen was troubled.

Will she just ignore appearances and come over like a rag and she fawns on herself.

Or should she just go ahead and be friendly with her?

“Thank you for your concern.”

Good laugh

Allen said that although she didn’t like her, she accepted.

‘There must be a corner that can be used. You don’t know what might happen in the future, but there’s nothing wrong with preparing in advance. There are times when the help of extras is desperately needed, so it would be better to use what is available.’

“Then see you next time.”
“Yeah… See you next time.”

An extra who greets Allen with a shy voice.

Before completely leaving her classroom, Allen gave the school lunch girl a friendly smile and waved her hand, but no one noticed her dark side.

She was simply mesmerized by the sight of Allen, who had grown up a little, grown up nicely.

****

“Are you tall?”
“It’s a period of growth.”
“Ah, no… Even so, how can it be this big?”

She approached Christine, whom she had met after a long time, and the first word she heard was none other than ‘key’.

Her eyes of surprise, her staring at me, her bewildered look didn’t match her, but she did oddly.

“It is said that men grow up quickly during puberty, but like this?”
“By the way. Are your palms okay?”
“Oh, oh, yes! Are you fine! Look! There are no burns, let alone scars!?”

Christine, quite surprised by Allen’s growth, is startled by the boy’s question if her palms are okay, so she spreads her smooth palms open.

“Uh, huh? Cow, Sonba…?”

Grasping her very naturally open palm, her fingers affectionately like her lover’s, Allen checked again to see if there were any remnants of her own mana left in Christine’s body.

Of course, Christine, who had no time to be taken aback by Allen’s sudden action, couldn’t bear to shake off her hand, which was wrapped in her claws, gently repeating, “What is this?”

She checked every inch of Christine’s body to see if she had missed anything, but thankfully she checked again that there was no remnant of her own mana, and Allen quietly removed her hand and let out a sigh of relief. Take a break

“Thank god.”
“No, you said it. Protect her hand and say it’s okay…”
“Iknow, right.”

Allen put on a relieved expression and quickly smiled that he was happy.

It wasn’t her calculating behavior.

She wouldn’t have been able to sleep all night if anyone had been hurt because of her, especially if the future heroine had been hurt.

No matter how much conscience is an erogenous zone, if someone without hostility is hurt, you have no choice but to worry.

“I-I have to go to class…! Come on, Allen quickly!”
“Ah yes.”

Christine moves with an urgent voice and seems to be running away.

And…

“What? Have you already been attacked? Likeability, it goes up on its own as long as you show up… But even so, it’s too fast?”

Allen guessed. No, she was sure.

Christine has a crush on me now. The certainty that she is conscious of being a man, not a disciple.

However…

“You didn’t do anything? What are you attracted to? Surely, you wouldn’t say that just because you held hands once, right?”

Really, there was no particular point of contact that came to mind.

She was diligent in class and had never met her privately except for taking her to the health room.

“Let’s try an experiment. Or maybe later.”

Allen pondered again.

Right now, I’m using my strength to attack the arrogant Vivian, but I don’t think it’s necessary to put in double effort.

“Okay. First of all, we have to attack Vivian. If you double attack for no reason, you might end up leaving. Let’s just keep attending, attendance only.”

Arlen, determined to attack Vivian, goes to take her class at a leisurely pace.

“Today we will engage in hand-to-hand combat, not with swords! Do you all see the little dagger in front of me?”

At the word hand-to-hand combat, she kicks her boo at Christine, who laughs happily as she roars off the majority of school lunches.

‘Babies. If it’s black, it’s black. It’s very talkative.’

“Now, quiet everyone! It’s a very important class, why are you doing that?”
“We are here to learn swordsmanship, Miss Christine.”
“That’s right! You don’t have to learn old-fashioned punching, right?”

The school lunch boy’s words may have been a fuse, but the guys who were booing at Christine wanted to shake off her dissatisfaction at this time and shoot at Christine without a break to speak.

Christine’s usual Spartan training didn’t like her, so seeing her mouth welling up here and there, it was really hot.

‘To learn the sword, you have to develop your stamina first, do you want to learn the sword first? And the bastard who sits down and rests every time talks a lot.’

Allen said that when she saw the school lunches slandering Christine in groups, she was so dumbfounded that she wondered if the school lunches were making fun of her now.

If she picks up a class herself, she has to be responsible for it, but on a fictitious day, she peels the nogari, and her physical strength class is a mess, so the guys are talking like this.

“Now. Then, if anyone is fine, bring your sword and come up. The teacher will deal with her bare hands.”

In an instant, the food service guys’ air changed.

Sword and bare hands.

They glared at Christine, whom she ignored because she was her academy student, and began to mutter, “The sword won’t win no matter who sees it.”

Of course, Christine said it in a good way, not to disrespect the academy students, but to let them know the merits of hand-to-hand combat, but the aristocratic lunches seem to have taken it differently.

‘Don’t you fucking like kids? Do I have to be slapped like a dog to come to my senses?’

I couldn’t stand the school lunches cursing at Christine any longer, with rotten mouths that were worse than sewers.

Allen approached the school lunch boy without hesitation.

Then, towards the back of the head of the ringleader school lunch boy, he spits out words mixed with profanity.

“Hey. What are you doing well?”
“What are you again?”
“What are you kid? I am an academy student like you.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“I don’t know, kid. So what are you going to do?”

An imminent situation.

The school lunch boy, the instigator who was immediately insulted, glared at her and stretched out her hand roughly to push Allen’s chest away.

“Stop it.”
“What are you…! Uh…”

Wellton Arsna.

A boy who is Arlen Mestia’s servant and has vowed to live by the sword mediates their feud.

“I am in the middle of class. Stop it.”
“Ah, I, I was going to quit here too…”

With the voice of the instigator, the school lunch boy, creeping in, the way he said he was reluctantly quitting was very intrusive.

“Ooh, consider yourself lucky. If it wasn’t for Welton…!”
“Under! I’m trying to have a laugh because I don’t have an idiot. Wellton. Stay still.”
“I get it.”
“Under! Is this kid crazy? Who are you talking to right now… Huh? What, what?”

The school lunches who were watching the three boys whispered again.

Speaking of Welton Arsna, he was the third son of the duke’s family and was known to be the next head of the family, so it was to the point of being very cautious about treating him, whether he was a teacher or a student.

The academy students were quite surprised to see Wellton follow the boy’s words as he spits out a commanding tone to Wellton.

Seeing this, Allen burst into laughter and soon took a step closer to the instigator, the school lunch boy.

“Hey. It’s the class you chose. But why don’t you accept it if you don’t like it?
“What, what! You know who I am, so…!”
“What about that? How great are you?”
“Me, me! The lineage of a noble count’s family…!”
“Count? I thought I was of some king or emperor lineage. Count? Or who in the family had a relationship with the royal family? Is that why you want to lick your jaw like this?”

The boy, who introduced himself as a descendant of the count’s family, trembled slightly at Allen’s low yet very heavy voice, and his eyes fluttered.

“If you like class play that much, I’ll join you too. I am Allen Mestia, the second son of a prominent scholarly family and a marquess. If it’s your class to proudly present, I’ll join you too.”
“Allen Mestia…? Oh no! The Allen Mestia I know is shorter than you…!”
“I grew tall because I ate three meals a day and slept well. Why?”
“Hey, don’t lie…! Yes, what kind of Allen Mestia are you!!”
“Can’t you believe it? Then don’t believe it. No matter what I say, a bastard who denies it doesn’t care.”

A bunch of academy students buzzing again.

The academy students are surprised to see Allen’s rapid growth.

“Now stop! Friends should get along well, right? Stop it, Allen.”

He pushes Christine’s two boys, who came down from the arena belatedly, to widen the distance.

“Put this away! You dare with dirty hands!”

Did he think that Christine’s hand in mediating the fight was unclean?

Her Arlen and her squabbled earl’s boy glared at her to death, stroking her Christine’s soft hand roughly.

“A dirty bitch who used to roll around on the battlefield! Where did you make it with those filthy hands…!!!?”

Aww!!

“I’ve been talking about it. Are you tired of wanting to get hit? Play that mouth again.”

A thunderclap silenced everyone for an instant.

Then, the count’s boy, touching his swollen red cheek, understood the current situation and what had happened belatedly.

“Say it again? What is Miss Christine doing? Dirty? Under!”

Allen quickly squeezed the count boy’s collar and opened her mouth.

“You talk like that when you don’t have enough praise for a war hero, Mr. Christine?”
“Now! Allen stop! Because the teacher doesn’t mind. So, let go quickly.”

Quietly. Christine grabs Allen’s arm with a lot of strength in a calm tone.

“Ugh…!”

When Allen lets go of his collar, the boy from the count’s house, who violently kicks his ass on the ground in the playground, hastily raises his arms to protect his face.

“Not just you, anyone! If there are bastards swearing at Miss Christine! I’ll cripple you for the rest of your life, so take care of yourself. And you. If you hear strange sounds in my ears in the future, then be prepared.”
“Ah, ah, okay…! I will never do that again…!”

Seeing the trembling figure really made me feel annoyed.

“Allen.”
“Why are you like that?”
“No matter how much I get scolded, this is my own business.”
“Yes. I was wrong.”
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize properly to your fallen friend.”
“It’s not difficult. It’s not difficult, but you want it to end like this? Even if you get cursed at. Even if you pretend not to know about it and get over it so easily…”
“Allen.”

Christine’s expression and voice were so determined when she called Allen’s name.

Seeing that, Allen couldn’t help it.

If she thinks soberly, she did it on her own.

It’s true that it’s my fault that Christine was just trying to get over it casually.

I definitely think so.

Why can’t this boiling anger be calmed down, even at Christine’s request?

“All right. Let me apologize properly. But not now. If I feel really sorry, then I will apologize.”
“Allen!”

Despite Christine’s cries, Allen nervously scratched her head and left her playground.

Welton Arsna silently followed Allen’s footsteps.