"Your transformation," Miss Trill added, her tone just as direct.
Transformation? What the hell were they talking about?
"T-Transformation into what?" I stamred, my confusion evident.
"Oh, you silly thing," Miss Titania chuckled softly, a hint of condescension in her smile. "Leon told you to co here, didn't he? He asked us to help you."
"B-But..." I fumbled for words, still unsure what any of this ant.
"Don't worry, Ella," a familiar voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and firm. I spun around to find Mr. Leon standing there, leaning casually against the doorfra. "It's not like we're going to hurt you or anything. We're just going to turn you into what you ca here to be."
"I..." My gaze dropped, my hands gripping the edge of my skirt. I couldn't control the trembling in my fingers.
"That's quite ungraceful," Professor Gabrielle's voice snapped like a whip. "Stop fiddling with your skirt like that."
Her words carried an authority that I couldn't defy, and I released the fabric imdiately, my hands hanging limp at my sides. This was my curse, my weakness—to crumble before those who held power over .
"And don't flinch every ti I speak," she continued sharply. "It makes you look like an easy target for bullies."
Her criticism cut deep, but I had no clue why they were talking like this, why they were treating this way. My gaze drifted back to Mr. Leon, searching for so kind of explanation.
"Bullying often cos down to perception," Mr. Leon began, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "If you look weak, you beco a target. Many get bullied because they look like pushovers, and those with a superiority complex latch onto that. They put a chain around your neck and drag you down."
"You're weak, Ella," Professor Gabrielle chid in coldly. "But sotis, weak people don't get bullied."
"And that's when," Miss Trill leaned forward, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips, "they start looking like the opposite of what they really are."
Their words swirled around , each one sinking deeper than the last. I felt like I was almost grasping their point, yet it kept slipping away. What did they want from , exactly?
"It ans just be confident, and you'll be fine," Miss Titania said simply, as if it were that easy.
I sucked in a shaky breath. Confidence? That was a joke. I didn't have any. How could I? Deep down, I knew I'd never be able to pull off whatever they were suggesting.
"You want to put Kayla in her place, don't you?" Mr. Leon's voice cut through my doubts like a knife. "This will shatter her ego, believe ."
"B-But how can I...!" I barely managed to get the words out.
"In two days, there's a noble party. I'm invited, and so is Kayla. She'll be there with those two girls who enjoy bullying you," Mr. Leon explained. "Now, if they see you there, the sa girl they've been tornting, standing beside soone with real power, they'll be burning with jealousy. Their pride will take a hit, realizing that soone they looked down on is now above them.
And once that happens, their bullying will stop. But for that, you need to believe in yourself."
"B-But... in two days? I can't!" Panic clawed at . It sounded impossible.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Professor Gabrielle pushed her glasses up, the lenses glinting in the light. "It might sound like a lot, but I've whipped brats into proper nobles before. In just a few days, even. I can drill the necessary etiquette into you in four hours, and you'll pick it up faster than you think."
My jaw nearly hit the floor. Four hours? That sounded insane, no matter how you looked at it. Was she so kind of drill sergeant? But then again, I'd never seen her act like one. In class, she always seed bored, like she had better things to do.
"Believe it or not, Gabrielle is great with manners," Mr. Leon added with a smirk. "She was top of her class back in her academy days, and she's a forr magic knight who's attended more formal events than you can imagine."
"What's that supposed to an, 'believe it or not'?" Professor Gabrielle shot Mr. Leon a glare, her eyes flashing. "Anyway, I can transform you in two days, but you have to put in the work."
"And I can teach you grace and poise," Miss Titania said, a confident grin on her lips. "You might forget sotis because I don't play the part often, but I am a princess, and I can be as regal as needed."
"I might not be as graceful, but I've got an eye for fashion," Miss Trill added. "I'll make sure you're dressed to impress."
"And I'll help you with the seduction part," the Student Council President chid in, her tone teasing.
"S-Seduction?" I squeaked, feeling my face flush. "I'm not going to... I an...!"
"Relax," she laughed softly. "It's not as scandalous as it sounds. It's more about making people notice you, drawing attention in a way that makes you stand out. It's about exuding an aura that makes you... well, attractive. It's not about seducing soone, just making them want to look at you."
O-Oh, so that's what she ant... But still, is this okay? It felt like I was treading dangerous ground... I an, I didn't want any more trouble, but I did want Kayla off my back... Could I really trust their help?
"After this, I promise I won't interfere with you anymore," Mr. Leon said, his tone earnest as he stepped closer. "I just want to help you. And honestly, I've got my own reasons for dealing with Kayla. I don't want her sticking her nose into my business either."
His sincerity caught off guard, and I swallowed hard. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe... just maybe, this could actually work.
"Now then, for the final question," the President's voice turned sly, a playful edge to her words. "Are you a virgin?"
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