100 Nathan Fasir.
Tic Toc
Tic Toc.
In the silence of the room, the sound of the clock ticking echoed, mixed with the tapping of my fingers on the armrest of the chair I was sitting on.
...And, in front of , on the opposite side of the desk, sat a tall old man with greying hair and a stern yet kind face.
Nathan Fasir, the strongest Overlord in the Empire and the principal of Pargoina Academy.
He was reviewing a file while glancing at from over his glasses from ti to ti.
...The room was spacious yet filled with many things.
Shelves lined with books on education and various accolades from the school's history adorned the walls.
The desk, positioned near the window, allowed sunlight to stream in, casting a warm glow on the green leather chair in which the principal sat.
The office was decorated with a touch of the his personal life – family photos, a few potted plants, and a collection of vintage pens on the desk.
"...Do you know what I am reviewing right now, student Azariah?" He questioned, taking his glasses off while his ginger-colored eyes peered at .
"...I don't," I replied, shaking my head.
"It's the list of all your punishable activities that you committed recently," he inford, looking at . "...It's so much that I had to make a separate file for it."
"...Thank you for your hard work?"
"I don't want your complint, brat," he replied, massaging his temples and glaring at .
"...Okay."
"...Sigh," he let out a tired sigh before reopening the file and continuing,
"...Damage of academic property, attacking fellow students not once but five tis in the span of nearly two months, not to ntion you nearly killed one of them, and now using a flash of light to nearly blind half of the students present in the library—"
"...Last one was a mistake," I quickly interjected. "...I didn't do that on purpose."
Dropping the file down, he looked at , his expression stern. "...Is that all? Why were you even using magic circles? It's sothing for third-year students."
"...I just wanted to—"
"...Let guess, impress soone?" He interjected sharply, glaring at . "...Perhaps a girl?"
...Well, he isn't wrong.
"...Sigh," he sighed again. "...Boys your age."
"...Well, no one was seriously hard—"
"...You could get suspended for what you did, student Azariah," he warned , slight anger on his face. "...Take this seriously."
"...Yes, sir," I muttered softly, straightening my back in the chair. "...So when am I going to be suspended?"
[Azariah.]
'...Don't worry.'
"...There is no need for that," he replied, shaking his head. "...I have already talked with your mother before you even arrived here."
'...See?'
[...You should be more concerned... Your mother is always keeping an eye on you.]
'...I know that.'
And it's not like I can do anything... I am always on her radar no matter what I do.
"...Honestly, things are a lot better than I thought," he grumbled, looking at . "...You don't know how stressful it is to have you in the academy."
"...What do you even thought?" I asked, frowning.
I an, I do have a pretty bad reputation, but still.
"...For starters, I thought so girls might lose their innocence," he replied, squinting his eyes. "...Yeah, definitely."
...Why is he looking at like that?
My skin felt like so insects were crawling over it as his gaze bore into .
...Still, he isn't wrong though; in the ga, I did try that thod as well.
...And it worked like a charm.
"...What makes you think I would do that?" Composing myself, I scoffed, looking at him.
"...You are famous for forcing the third princess, rember?" He rebuked aggressively, tapping his fingers on the desk. "...Or is it perhaps a lie?"
...Right, I did that.
"....Would you believe if I said I had a good reason for that?" Rubbing the back of my neck, I replied.
"....."
Instead of replying, he looked down at like I was so kind of lowlife.
...Well, it's not like I expect him to believe my words.
[...No sane person would believe it.]
'Even you?'
[.....]
'Ouch, that hurts, man.'
[...Azariah—]
'...It's fine.'
"...Anyway, I hope you can behave yourself from now on," he inford, looking at . "...At least behave until the club house competition."
"...Why especially until then?" I asked curiously.
"...Let's just say a lot of people want to see you in action," he replied vaguely, not explaining further.
"...That doesn't sound right," I grumbled under my breath.
"...Just behave yourself; the event will take place in ndonca Dukedom," he casually inford, looking at . "... And for so reason, Duke David is quite eager to see you."
The hairs on my body stood up simultaneously as I heard his words.
...I haven't forgotten what Christina did to keep our engagent.
...And one more person who definitely hasn't forgotten about it is surely her father.
"...I-I see." My voice trembled a little as I thought about facing that dude's anger. "...Anything else that I should know?"
The principal looked at deeply, his ginger-colored eyes fixed on ...
I sunk into my seat, trying to distance myself, but his gaze remained fixed on for a while.
"...Do you know about Sir Vulas Hader Argonian?" he finally asked, intertwining his fingers and placing them on the table.
"...Leader of the Archons?" Having heard the na hundreds of tis, I recognized it imdiately.
"...He is a wise man and an amazing leader," he replied, fixing his glasses and smiling proudly. "...I worked under him as his assistant for more than fifteen years."
Should I act surprised?
I an, I already knew about this.
"...Is that so?" I asked, not giving any particular reaction.
"...You know who I am talking about, right?" he asked, squinting his eyes.
"...Everyone knows him," I nodded, reclining in the chair. "...The Argonian family is famous for being one of the few descendants of the old gods."
"...Right," he mumbled softly. "...When I worked there, I once t the legendary High Elf—Ragnar Tairn Sgaeyl."
Interest piqued within as I heard the na of the protagonist.
"...And why are you telling this?" I probed, looking at him.
"...You remind of him," he stated, pointing at with a serious look on his face.
I took a mont to register what he said.
...I am like Ragnar?
"I am nothing like him!" I imdiately snapped, without a second thought. "...And don't you dare fucking compare with that guy!"
"...You both are hated by the world around you," he calmly inford, tapping his finger on the desk.
"...He was hated because of his talent," I replied, glaring at him. "...And I am hated because of who I am."
"...But to , it seems like you both enjoy being hated," he replied, reclining in his chair and looking at .
"....."
...Right.
...Ragnar liked when the world hated him.
...Because he knew that's all they could do, and not a single one of them could be compared to him.
'...Fucking narcissistic bitch.'
"...You don't seem to like being compared to him," he noted, a light smile on his wrinkled face. "...Makes wonder why?"
"...You already know the answer, don't you?" I asked, glaring at him.
"...Lady Esray told you about that?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"...Think what you want," I shrugged in reply.
"...Too bad we lost him," he sighed, rubbing his eyes and mumbling. "...The balance of the world changed after his death."
"....."
...I remained silent, not comnting, though I know a lot will happen because of his 'death'.
...Well, it's not like it's any of my problem; his family will be the ones in danger.
"...What about you?" After a few seconds of silence, I asked.
"...Hmm, what do you an?" He asked, frowning.
The old man didn't reply, his eyes dropping as he shifted his focus to the photo fra on the desk.
I glanced at the fra as well—he was there, grinning, holding the hand of a young woman who looked similar to him.
"...My daughter," he whispered, picking up the photo fra and cleaning it. "...I am searching for her last remains."
"...I see," I replied softly, not asking anything further.
[...You know sothing?]
'...He found his daughter's dead body in the streets of this empire thirteen years ago... naked... he has been trying to find the culprit for her death since then.'
[...I see.]
"...You can go now," he instructed, placing the photo fra back. "...And it's last warning—behave yourself."
"...Yes, sir," I nodded, standing up and moving towards the door.
But before walking out, I looked back at him. "....I hope you find your daughter's last remains."
"Do you even know what that is?"
...I do.
"Nope," I shrugged in reply.
"...Be careful, Azariah," he warned, making halt.
"...Pardon?"
"....Lady Mariam asked to keep an eye on you," he inford, making stumble. "...Just after the incident in the Ekari Kingdom."
"...[Exiled Prince]?" I whispered softly, to which he nodded.
"...If you know what happened to her only son Ragnar, then she might—"
"—Try to kill ," I interjected, completing his words.
"...Be careful," he advised, looking at solemnly.
"...I will."
...Sweet, now I have a Demi-god trying to kill .
"...Sigh," Sighing, I opened the door and walked out of the office.
"...Azariah."
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