Chapter 50: Stalkers of the Academy
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Chapter 50: Stalkers of the Academy
Stalkers of the Academy
Time remaining until the first class 3 days.
===============================================================
Saintess Tara disliked the Church of the Goddess.
She disliked the boring and useless formalities of them, the complicated and twisted procedures, the constraints that a Saintess must act a certain way, the silent atmosphere, and the endless babble of words.
A Saintess must be modest. A Saintess must set an example for the believers. A Saintess must not be promiscuous. A Saintess must speak properly and beautifu.
A veritable mountain of words demanding something.
Someone had once said she should be grateful, as she was born a commoner and had experienced a dramatic rise in status. What was the problem when she didnt have to worry about going hungry for the rest of her life?
Someone had once said how she could refuse to do certain actions because of her personal human emotions when God gazed upon her so kindly. Wasnt she happy to have been assigned the most glorious task?
Someone had once said, since it had come to this anyway, she should just go with the flow. Whats done is done and it cant be helped, can it?
However, Tara didnt desire any of the things they listed. She never did.
Miss Tara, formerly working for a clothing store, knew the mysterious principle of trade. Demanding money while pushing something unnecessary to someones chest was called forced purchase.
The very, very minor thing that Tara wanted was stubbornly unprovided, yet they threw things like money, status, and honor at her, saying How about it? Isnt it nice?. As such, how could it not be infuriating? How could it not be suffocating?
So, Saintess Taras personality became twisted.
She firmly decided to act exactly the opposite of what the religious order instructed her to do.
===============================================================
According to the rules that a Saintess of the Order must follow, the Saintesss attire should be designed in a modest form that covered the figure.
This was to prevent various negative effects, such as the Saintess getting a lover and eloping, or to prevent the uneducated from rushing at her when she went to the back alleys for volunteer work.
She did it because she was told not to.
She utilized 200% of her experience as a clothing store girl. She tailored the voluminous Saintess attire to make it completely tight-fitting. Just enough to reveal her navel. She also generously cut open the area of her cleavage.
She also removed the sleeves, making the shoulders and armpits visible. It was because the rules emphasized not to show the shoulders and armpits carelessly.
She bought black lingerie that was semi-transparent and tied with strings. It was because the rules stated that underwear should not be transparent and should most definitely not be tied with strings.
She made a daring slit in the skirt hem. It revealed her hips and even the panty strings. It was because the rules said that was not allowed as well.
She did everything that she was told not to do, gritting her teeth through the process.
Are these clothes or a rag?
Obviouslyshe, who was the one wearing it, felt like dying of embarrassment!
But she didnt give in. If it meant smearing mud on the face of the Order, she was more than able to endure a bit of shame. She got used to wearing it as she went about.
Thus, the monster known as Couple Destroyer was born. Like sunflowers turning towards the sun, when she walked down the street, half the heads of the pedestrians turned, tracing her figure with their gazes.
And as a result of that, a few couples darling romance was absolutely shattered.
The attempt to fuck over the Church of the Goddess didnt stop there. She dropped all honorifics and loaded up her verbal artillery with casual speech. When a noble offered a large donation asking for the Saintesss blessing, she swore at them inwardly, hoping they would go bald.
(The exception was when she was asked to bless a newborn baby. That she did quietly and with all her sincerity.)
She made her room an utter mess, deliberately eating powdered snacks on top of the carpet. She never attended prayer services despite the Priests pleas. She even skipped volunteer work.
She always scowled and glared at others. She ignored greetings. She retaliated if cursed at. She even attempted to spread scandals by meeting men, but as expected, that was a bit much.
However, because of her attire, unsettling rumors spread easily even without her needing to even lift a finger.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
The reason the Saintess of the Church of the Goddess was suddenly attending the Academy was precisely because of this. Unable to handle her rebellious spirit, the Order sent the Saintess to the Academy as a means of exile, hoping she would change her ways.
Thus, a naughty, disobedient Saintess, dressed in an extremely provocative and lewd manner, appeared at the Academy.
===============================================================
Consequently, the Saintesss daily routine closely resembled that of a chair warmer. Also known as a salary thief. She woke up, attended classes, and then slept. But at the current moment, when the Academy hadnt started yet, even the middle process was skipped.
She woke up and slept. And then, repeat.
Thanks to the 30-minute symphony of I didnt lose because I lack the skill, the Saintess was able to understand the entire story. It seemed that the Purple Tower Wizard, newly in charge of Countermeasures to Illusion Magic, had landed a metaphorical blow on Alejandro.
The Saintess didnt take it seriously. It was probably just a grand mistake made by Professor Alejandro, who was practically bursting with an inferiority complex. This wasnt the first time such an incident had occurred either. About four times a year, Alejandro would make such false accusations and squeal to the authorities.
So, she also knew the solution to this.
Though she didnt know who it was, she would go to the Purple Tower Wizard. And by saying. Please send Professor Alejandro a chocolate or something as a gesture of goodwill., everything would be resolved.
He was as quick to defuse as he was to blow up in anger. A little lip service from the Purple Tower Wizard in question would smooth things over. He would probably say something like, Your talent shines like a star! I misunderstood before. I apologize., and then fawn over them like that.
Then, she would have to meet him, huh.
After letting Professor Alejandros rant enter one ear and go out the other, the Saintess declared the end of the consultation time and got up. She thought it might be nice to take a walk for a change while looking for the Purple Tower Wizard.
===============================================================
Meanwhile, at the same time.
Black Wizard Bennett felt that an in-depth investigation into the Purple Tower Wizard was necessary. He pondered the specifics of how the Second Princes faction intended to attack the Third Prince and when it would happen. Furthermore, the more concrete information he had, the easier it would be to use.
There must be more to their plan than just a Demonic Sword. The Purple Tower Wizards womanizing behavior, visits to lingerie shops, and other seemingly meaningless actions must have had a purpose.
The Wizard still had many secrets. And the appropriate way to uncover those secrets.was through stalking. Bennett changed into an Academy uniform and melted into the crowd.
He would keep an appropriate distance while stalking the Purple Tower Wizard.
===============================================================
Meanwhile, at the same time.
Niolle was looking at the panties while in contemplation. She had to return them. But how? Who was the owner in the first place? Since they were hung on the balcony laundry rack, the voice from inside the balcony doormust belong to the owner of the panties.
She briefly tried imagining the hypothetical situation. She would go to the building of the Church of the Goddess with her whiteboard in hand. And then
[I am looking for the owner of these undergarments!]
Was what would be written on the whiteboard she was holding up high with both arms. And if she wandered around doing that.
No, thats too much. No matter how she thought about it, the scene was weird. It might be better to return them to the balcony under the cover of night. Niolle tucked the panties away.
Then came the second dilemma.
It was regarding the Second Princes evil schemes. A huge storm was about to hit the Academy. Many would die or be dragged away. Even those without fault would get caught in the turmoil. After all, as heavy of a weight that imperial blood was, the aftermath would be just as severe.
[Cant I stop it?]
She wrote on the whiteboard. While looking at the sentence, she thought deeply. Could she, with just a bit of short-sightedness, stand against the storm and protect the peace of the Academy?
.
No, she wasnt alone.
The man who ran away with the Demonic Sword. He said he stole the Demonic Sword because he thought it was valuable, but upon reflection, that was a strange thing to say.
How did he know it was a Demonic Sword?
To Niolles eyes, the long sword the man had left on the balcony looked ordinary. In the first place, didnt Niolle chase after him thinking he was burying a person? She only knew it was a Demonic Sword because the man said so.
In Niolles mindthat man seemed to be trying to thwart the Second Princes evil plans. The only reason to run away with the buried Demonic Sword was that. Perhaps, he was actually on the side of justice and righteousness.
He had run away, mistaking Niolle for an ally of the Second Prince, but if they met again, perhaps they could clear up the misunderstanding. And then, she could seek his cooperation. After all, Niolle wanted to stop a bloodbath from occurring in the Academy, so they could work together to prevent it.
In order to meet that man again.
The people who buried the Demonic Sword. The Wizard and the beauty. Those two. They were the key to this incident. Lets stalk them. She was going to gather information and thwart their evil plan.
Furthermore, if that man was also trying to stop the Second Princes schemes, he would eventually follow that Wizard. There might be a chance to encounter him again during the stalking process. Alright, Fighting. Youre not alone, Niolle. Lets stay strong.
Niolle got up energetically to look for the duo. The Wizard and the Beauty.
===============================================================
Someone is stalking us. Three people.
Why would three people be stalking a new Academy professor?
I couldnt help but snort at the absurdity. What had I even done to have three people follow me? I hadnt even taught my first class yet, you /genesisforsaken
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Chapter 50: Stalkers of the Academy
Stalkers of the Academy
Time remaining until the first class 3 days.
===============================================================
Saintess Tara disliked the Church of the Goddess.
She disliked the boring and useless formalities of them, the complicated and twisted procedures, the constraints that a Saintess must act a certain way, the silent atmosphere, and the endless babble of words.
A Saintess must be modest. A Saintess must set an example for the believers. A Saintess must not be promiscuous. A Saintess must speak properly and beautifu.
A veritable mountain of words demanding something.
Someone had once said she should be grateful, as she was born a commoner and had experienced a dramatic rise in status. What was the problem when she didnt have to worry about going hungry for the rest of her life?
Someone had once said how she could refuse to do certain actions because of her personal human emotions when God gazed upon her so kindly. Wasnt she happy to have been assigned the most glorious task?
Someone had once said, since it had come to this anyway, she should just go with the flow. Whats done is done and it cant be helped, can it?
However, Tara didnt desire any of the things they listed. She never did.
Miss Tara, formerly working for a clothing store, knew the mysterious principle of trade. Demanding money while pushing something unnecessary to someones chest was called forced purchase.
The very, very minor thing that Tara wanted was stubbornly unprovided, yet they threw things like money, status, and honor at her, saying How about it? Isnt it nice?. As such, how could it not be infuriating? How could it not be suffocating?
So, Saintess Taras personality became twisted.
She firmly decided to act exactly the opposite of what the religious order instructed her to do.
===============================================================
According to the rules that a Saintess of the Order must follow, the Saintesss attire should be designed in a modest form that covered the figure.
This was to prevent various negative effects, such as the Saintess getting a lover and eloping, or to prevent the uneducated from rushing at her when she went to the back alleys for volunteer work.
She did it because she was told not to.
She utilized 200% of her experience as a clothing store girl. She tailored the voluminous Saintess attire to make it completely tight-fitting. Just enough to reveal her navel. She also generously cut open the area of her cleavage.
She also removed the sleeves, making the shoulders and armpits visible. It was because the rules emphasized not to show the shoulders and armpits carelessly.
She bought black lingerie that was semi-transparent and tied with strings. It was because the rules stated that underwear should not be transparent and should most definitely not be tied with strings.
She made a daring slit in the skirt hem. It revealed her hips and even the panty strings. It was because the rules said that was not allowed as well.
She did everything that she was told not to do, gritting her teeth through the process.
Are these clothes or a rag?
Obviouslyshe, who was the one wearing it, felt like dying of embarrassment!
But she didnt give in. If it meant smearing mud on the face of the Order, she was more than able to endure a bit of shame. She got used to wearing it as she went about.
Thus, the monster known as Couple Destroyer was born. Like sunflowers turning towards the sun, when she walked down the street, half the heads of the pedestrians turned, tracing her figure with their gazes.
And as a result of that, a few couples darling romance was absolutely shattered.
The attempt to fuck over the Church of the Goddess didnt stop there. She dropped all honorifics and loaded up her verbal artillery with casual speech. When a noble offered a large donation asking for the Saintesss blessing, she swore at them inwardly, hoping they would go bald.
(The exception was when she was asked to bless a newborn baby. That she did quietly and with all her sincerity.)
She made her room an utter mess, deliberately eating powdered snacks on top of the carpet. She never attended prayer services despite the Priests pleas. She even skipped volunteer work.
She always scowled and glared at others. She ignored greetings. She retaliated if cursed at. She even attempted to spread scandals by meeting men, but as expected, that was a bit much.
However, because of her attire, unsettling rumors spread easily even without her needing to even lift a finger.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
The reason the Saintess of the Church of the Goddess was suddenly attending the Academy was precisely because of this. Unable to handle her rebellious spirit, the Order sent the Saintess to the Academy as a means of exile, hoping she would change her ways.
Thus, a naughty, disobedient Saintess, dressed in an extremely provocative and lewd manner, appeared at the Academy.
===============================================================
Consequently, the Saintesss daily routine closely resembled that of a chair warmer. Also known as a salary thief. She woke up, attended classes, and then slept. But at the current moment, when the Academy hadnt started yet, even the middle process was skipped.
She woke up and slept. And then, repeat.
Thanks to the 30-minute symphony of I didnt lose because I lack the skill, the Saintess was able to understand the entire story. It seemed that the Purple Tower Wizard, newly in charge of Countermeasures to Illusion Magic, had landed a metaphorical blow on Alejandro.
The Saintess didnt take it seriously. It was probably just a grand mistake made by Professor Alejandro, who was practically bursting with an inferiority complex. This wasnt the first time such an incident had occurred either. About four times a year, Alejandro would make such false accusations and squeal to the authorities.
So, she also knew the solution to this.
Though she didnt know who it was, she would go to the Purple Tower Wizard. And by saying. Please send Professor Alejandro a chocolate or something as a gesture of goodwill., everything would be resolved.
He was as quick to defuse as he was to blow up in anger. A little lip service from the Purple Tower Wizard in question would smooth things over. He would probably say something like, Your talent shines like a star! I misunderstood before. I apologize., and then fawn over them like that.
Then, she would have to meet him, huh.
After letting Professor Alejandros rant enter one ear and go out the other, the Saintess declared the end of the consultation time and got up. She thought it might be nice to take a walk for a change while looking for the Purple Tower Wizard.
===============================================================
Meanwhile, at the same time.
Black Wizard Bennett felt that an in-depth investigation into the Purple Tower Wizard was necessary. He pondered the specifics of how the Second Princes faction intended to attack the Third Prince and when it would happen. Furthermore, the more concrete information he had, the easier it would be to use.
There must be more to their plan than just a Demonic Sword. The Purple Tower Wizards womanizing behavior, visits to lingerie shops, and other seemingly meaningless actions must have had a purpose.
The Wizard still had many secrets. And the appropriate way to uncover those secrets.was through stalking. Bennett changed into an Academy uniform and melted into the crowd.
He would keep an appropriate distance while stalking the Purple Tower Wizard.
===============================================================
Meanwhile, at the same time.
Niolle was looking at the panties while in contemplation. She had to return them. But how? Who was the owner in the first place? Since they were hung on the balcony laundry rack, the voice from inside the balcony doormust belong to the owner of the panties.
She briefly tried imagining the hypothetical situation. She would go to the building of the Church of the Goddess with her whiteboard in hand. And then
[I am looking for the owner of these undergarments!]
Was what would be written on the whiteboard she was holding up high with both arms. And if she wandered around doing that.
No, thats too much. No matter how she thought about it, the scene was weird. It might be better to return them to the balcony under the cover of night. Niolle tucked the panties away.
Then came the second dilemma.
It was regarding the Second Princes evil schemes. A huge storm was about to hit the Academy. Many would die or be dragged away. Even those without fault would get caught in the turmoil. After all, as heavy of a weight that imperial blood was, the aftermath would be just as severe.
[Cant I stop it?]
She wrote on the whiteboard. While looking at the sentence, she thought deeply. Could she, with just a bit of short-sightedness, stand against the storm and protect the peace of the Academy?
.
No, she wasnt alone.
The man who ran away with the Demonic Sword. He said he stole the Demonic Sword because he thought it was valuable, but upon reflection, that was a strange thing to say.
How did he know it was a Demonic Sword?
To Niolles eyes, the long sword the man had left on the balcony looked ordinary. In the first place, didnt Niolle chase after him thinking he was burying a person? She only knew it was a Demonic Sword because the man said so.
In Niolles mindthat man seemed to be trying to thwart the Second Princes evil plans. The only reason to run away with the buried Demonic Sword was that. Perhaps, he was actually on the side of justice and righteousness.
He had run away, mistaking Niolle for an ally of the Second Prince, but if they met again, perhaps they could clear up the misunderstanding. And then, she could seek his cooperation. After all, Niolle wanted to stop a bloodbath from occurring in the Academy, so they could work together to prevent it.
In order to meet that man again.
The people who buried the Demonic Sword. The Wizard and the beauty. Those two. They were the key to this incident. Lets stalk them. She was going to gather information and thwart their evil plan.
Furthermore, if that man was also trying to stop the Second Princes schemes, he would eventually follow that Wizard. There might be a chance to encounter him again during the stalking process. Alright, Fighting. Youre not alone, Niolle. Lets stay strong.
Niolle got up energetically to look for the duo. The Wizard and the Beauty.
===============================================================
Someone is stalking us. Three people.
Why would three people be stalking a new Academy professor?
I couldnt help but snort at the absurdity. What had I even done to have three people follow me? I hadnt even taught my first class yet, you /genesisforsaken
Chapter 50: Stalkers of the Academy Stalkers of the Academy Time remaining until the first class 3 days.===============================================================Saintess Tara disliked the Church of the Goddess.She disliked the boring and useless formalities of them, the complicated and twisted procedures, the constraints that a Saintess must act a certain way, the silent atmosphere, and the endless babble of words.A Saintess must be modest. A Saintess must set an example for the believers. A Saintess must not be promiscuous. A Saintess must speak properly and beautifu.A veritable mountain of words demanding something.Someone had once said she should be grateful, as she was born a commoner and had experienced a dramatic rise in status. What was the problem when she didnt have to worry about going hungry for the rest of her life?Someone had once said how she could refuse to do certain actions because of her personal human emotions when God gazed upon her so kindly. Wasnt she happy to have been assigned the most glorious task?Someone had once said, since it had come to this anyway, she should just go with the flow. Whats done is done and it cant be helped, can it?However, Tara didnt desire any of the things they listed. She never did.Miss Tara, formerly working for a clothing store, knew the mysterious principle of trade. Demanding money while pushing something unnecessary to someones chest was called forced purchase. The very, very minor thing that Tara wanted was stubbornly unprovided, yet they threw things like money, status, and honor at her, saying How about it? Isnt it nice?. As such, how could it not be infuriating? How could it not be suffocating?So, Saintess Taras personality became twisted.She firmly decided to act exactly the opposite of what the religious order instructed her to do.===============================================================According to the rules that a Saintess of the Order must follow, the Saintesss attire should be designed in a modest form that covered the figure.This was to prevent various negative effects, such as the Saintess getting a lover and eloping, or to prevent the uneducated from rushing at her when she went to the back alleys for volunteer work.She did it because she was told not to.She utilized 200% of her experience as a clothing store girl. She tailored the voluminous Saintess attire to make it completely tight-fitting. Just enough to reveal her navel. She also generously cut open the area of her cleavage. She also removed the sleeves, making the shoulders and armpits visible. It was because the rules emphasized not to show the shoulders and armpits carelessly.She bought black lingerie that was semi-transparent and tied with strings. It was because the rules stated that underwear should not be transparent and should most definitely not be tied with strings.She made a daring slit in the skirt hem. It revealed her hips and even the panty strings. It was because the rules said that was not allowed as well.She did everything that she was told not to do, gritting her teeth through the process.Are these clothes or a rag?Obviouslyshe, who was the one wearing it, felt like dying of embarrassment!But she didnt give in. If it meant smearing mud on the face of the Order, she was more than able to endure a bit of shame. She got used to wearing it as she went about.Thus, the monster known as Couple Destroyer was born. Like sunflowers turning towards the sun, when she walked down the street, half the heads of the pedestrians turned, tracing her figure with their gazes. And as a result of that, a few couples darling romance was absolutely shattered.The attempt to fuck over the Church of the Goddess didnt stop there. She dropped all honorifics and loaded up her verbal artillery with casual speech. When a noble offered a large donation asking for the Saintesss blessing, she swore at them inwardly, hoping they would go bald.The exception was when she was asked to bless a newborn baby. That she did quietly and with all her sincerity.She made her room an utter mess, deliberately eating powdered snacks on top of the carpet. She never attended prayer services despite the Priests pleas. She even skipped volunteer work.She always scowled and glared at others. She ignored greetings. She retaliated if cursed at. She even attempted to spread scandals by meeting men, but as expected, that was a bit much.However, because of her attire, unsettling rumors spread easily even without her needing to even lift a finger.Follow current novels on novelbin.comThe reason the Saintess of the Church of the Goddess was suddenly attending the Academy was precisely because of this. Unable to handle her rebellious spirit, the Order sent the Saintess to the Academy as a means of exile, hoping she would change her ways.Thus, a naughty, disobedient Saintess, dressed in an extremely provocative and lewd manner, appeared at the Academy.===============================================================Consequently, the Saintesss daily routine closely resembled that of a chair warmer. Also known as a salary thief. She woke up, attended classes, and then slept. But at the current moment, when the Academy hadnt started yet, even the middle process was skipped.She woke up and slept. And then, repeat.Thanks to the 30-minute symphony of I didnt lose because I lack the skill, the Saintess was able to understand the entire story. It seemed that the Purple Tower Wizard, newly in charge of Countermeasures to Illusion Magic, had landed a metaphorical blow on Alejandro.The Saintess didnt take it seriously. It was probably just a grand mistake made by Professor Alejandro, who was practically bursting with an inferiority complex. This wasnt the first time such an incident had occurred either. About four times a year, Alejandro would make such false accusations and squeal to the authorities.So, she also knew the solution to this.Though she didnt know who it was, she would go to the Purple Tower Wizard. And by saying. Please send Professor Alejandro a chocolate or something as a gesture of goodwill., everything would be resolved.He was as quick to defuse as he was to blow up in anger. A little lip service from the Purple Tower Wizard in question would smooth things over. He would probably say something like, Your talent shines like a star! I misunderstood before. I apologize., and then fawn over them like that.Then, she would have to meet him, huh.After letting Professor Alejandros rant enter one ear and go out the other, the Saintess declared the end of the consultation time and got up. She thought it might be nice to take a walk for a change while looking for the Purple Tower Wizard.===============================================================Meanwhile, at the same time.Black Wizard Bennett felt that an in-depth investigation into the Purple Tower Wizard was necessary. He pondered the specifics of how the Second Princes faction intended to attack the Third Prince and when it would happen. Furthermore, the more concrete information he had, the easier it would be to use.There must be more to their plan than just a Demonic Sword. The Purple Tower Wizards womanizing behavior, visits to lingerie shops, and other seemingly meaningless actions must have had a purpose.The Wizard still had many secrets. And the appropriate way to uncover those secrets.was through stalking. Bennett changed into an Academy uniform and melted into the crowd.He would keep an appropriate distance while stalking the Purple Tower Wizard.===============================================================Meanwhile, at the same time.Niolle was looking at the panties while in contemplation. She had to return them. But how? Who was the owner in the first place? Since they were hung on the balcony laundry rack, the voice from inside the balcony doormust belong to the owner of the panties.She briefly tried imagining the hypothetical situation. She would go to the building of the Church of the Goddess with her whiteboard in hand. And thenI am looking for the owner of these undergarments!Was what would be written on the whiteboard she was holding up high with both arms. And if she wandered around doing that.No, thats too much. No matter how she thought about it, the scene was weird. It might be better to return them to the balcony under the cover of night. Niolle tucked the panties away.Then came the second dilemma.It was regarding the Second Princes evil schemes. A huge storm was about to hit the Academy. Many would die or be dragged away. Even those without fault would get caught in the turmoil. After all, as heavy of a weight that imperial blood was, the aftermath would be just as severe.Cant I stop it?She wrote on the whiteboard. While looking at the sentence, she thought deeply. Could she, with just a bit of short-sightedness, stand against the storm and protect the peace of the Academy?.No, she wasnt alone.The man who ran away with the Demonic Sword. He said he stole the Demonic Sword because he thought it was valuable, but upon reflection, that was a strange thing to say.How did he know it was a Demonic Sword?To Niolles eyes, the long sword the man had left on the balcony looked ordinary. In the first place, didnt Niolle chase after him thinking he was burying a person? She only knew it was a Demonic Sword because the man said so.In Niolles mindthat man seemed to be trying to thwart the Second Princes evil plans. The only reason to run away with the buried Demonic Sword was that. Perhaps, he was actually on the side of justice and righteousness.He had run away, mistaking Niolle for an ally of the Second Prince, but if they met again, perhaps they could clear up the misunderstanding. And then, she could seek his cooperation. After all, Niolle wanted to stop a bloodbath from occurring in the Academy, so they could work together to prevent it.In order to meet that man again.The people who buried the Demonic Sword. The Wizard and the beauty. Those two. They were the key to this incident. Lets stalk them. She was going to gather information and thwart their evil plan.Furthermore, if that man was also trying to stop the Second Princes schemes, he would eventually follow that Wizard. There might be a chance to encounter him again during the stalking process. Alright, Fighting. Youre not alone, Niolle. Lets stay strong.Niolle got up energetically to look for the duo. The Wizard and the Beauty.===============================================================Someone is stalking us. Three people.Why would three people be stalking a new Academy professor?I couldnt help but snort at the absurdity. What had I even done to have three people follow me? I hadnt even taught my first class yet, you /genesisforsaken
