Chapter 115: Chapter 113
"Altaire Class wins the Stealth Class Infiltration with a total of 100 students finding the target point in 1 hour and 57 minutes," Instructor Sheng announced in front of everyone.
Students from the other classes immediately started grumbling under their breaths while Altaire Class exploded into cheers.
"LET’S GO!"
"FIRST PLACE!"
"ALTAIRE!"
Meanwhile, I was lying face-down on the ground who had witnessed horrors beyond human comprehension.
Dmitri stepped forward next. "It really is shocking to see that all students from my class managed to find the target point without any casualties."
My eye twitched.
’Without casualties?
Without casualties?!
Can this man not see my current state?!
I slowly lifted my head from the floor.
My hair looked like it had survived a natural disaster.
There was still soot on my face from the bomb explosion.
My uniform had tears everywhere from the weapons launched at me.
I had scratches all over my arms.
My knees hurt.
My back hurt.
Even my pride hurt.
And worst of all, I still had the wig tangled around my leg.
I weakly raised a trembling hand. "Instructor..."
Dmitri looked at me coldly. "What."
"I think I died somewhere during the activity."
"You’re still talking so unfortunately you survived."
I didn’t know instructors are absolutely cruel.
Dmitri inhaled deeply before speaking again.
"Despite the chaos," he said in the tone of a man forcing himself to remain employed, "Altaire Class displayed excellent teamwork."
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
’Why did that sound like he was forcing the words out at gunpoint?’
"It’s only right to announce the MVP who made this possible," Dmitri continued as Instructor Afri stepped forward holding a large gold trophy.
Dmitri stared at the trophy as he gazed at me disappointedly before quickly looking at the sky.
He released a deep, soul-crushing sigh. "I can’t do this anymore," he muttered. "Just kill me now."
Nueve rolled his eyes before stepping forward and snatching the announcement away from him.
"The MVP for Stealth Class Infiltration is..." he paused dramatically while trying not to laugh, "...Miss Blanca Frostine."
For one glorious second—
Silence.
Then I immediately sprang up from the floor like I hadn’t been dying five seconds ago.
"My people!" I gasped dramatically. "You do love me!"
The booing started instantly.
"BOOOOO!"
"THAT’S RIGGED!"
"SHE CAUSED MOST OF THE PROBLEMS!"
"SHE CRAWLED THROUGH THE CEILING LIKE A DEMON!"
"SHE CHASED ME THROUGH THE VENTILATION SYSTEM!"
Meanwhile, Altaire Class was cheering like proud parents watching their problematic child succeed anyway.
"THAT’S OUR BAIT!"
"ALL HAIL BLANCA!"
"EMOTIONAL DAMAGE QUEEN!"
Stephano looked disgusted. "Why are they glorifying this?"
"Because it worked," Sebastian answered proudly while clapping loudly like he was at a concert.
"She technically carried the entire class," Gawain added.
I climbed onto the platform anyway and accepted the trophy with dignity despite looking like I had survived a natural disaster.
The crowd booed even louder.
I looked emotional. "I would like to thank my classmates for abandoning me repeatedly—"
"We did not abandon you!" someone shouted.
"—my enemies for throwing furniture at me—"
"YOU DESERVED IT!"
"—and Instructor Grant for emotionally supporting me through silence."
Dmitri looked one second away from resigning.
I lifted the trophy higher.
"This award belongs to all the people I traumatized along the way!"
The entire open grounds instantly descended into chaos.
"BOOOOOOO!"
"THROW HER BACK INSIDE THE TOWER!"
"MAKE HER EXPERIENCE HER OWN TRAUMA!"
"WE SUFFERED EMOTIONALLY!"
Students were practically foaming at the mouth now while Altaire Class stood there looking both proud and embarrassed to know me.
All the instructors except one were bent over laughing.
Nueve was holding onto Karin’s shoulder for support. Sheng had completely given up pretending to be professional. Even Afri was wheezing quietly.
Only Dmitri looked one public humiliation away from early retirement.
Afri leaned slightly towards him. "Should we... take back the trophy?"
"No," Dmitri answered with dead eyes. "She unfortunately earned it."
I clutched the trophy against my chest dramatically before pointing toward the furious crowd below.
"One more announcement!" I declared proudly. "I would like everyone to know that I suffered from danger too!"
"YOU CREATED THE DANGER!" the crowd roared back in unison.
I gasped in betrayal. "All I did was survive!"
The crowd genuinely looked seconds away from collectively summoning their soul weapons.
Even the instructors slowly stopped laughing.
Dmitri immediately stepped forward before a civil war broke out on academy grounds.
"Enough," he said firmly.
The entire area immediately quieted as he looked directly at me.
"...Miss Frostine."
I smiled proudly. "Yes sir?"
He stared at me for a very long second. "Never do a congratulatory speech again."
The entire crowd applauded instantly.
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Sunday
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
My eyes snapped open violently.
For a brief moment, I genuinely thought the academy was under attack.
Then I realized it was just my OmniSync exploding with notifications again.
My eye twitched dangerously.
Without even checking the messages, I aggressively tapped the screen and slammed it into silent mode before collapsing face-first into my pillow again.
Peace.
Beautiful pe—
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
My soul immediately left my body again.
I slowly lifted my head from the pillow, staring at the door with pure hatred.
Whoever was outside better be dying.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
A vein popped on my forehead.
I marched towards the door looking like a sleep-deprived demon summoned against her will and yanked it open so hard the wall almost cracked.
"WHAT?!" I shouted. "WHAT IS IT?! IT’S SUNDAY! SUNDAY! DON’T YOU PEOPLE HAVE LIVES?!"
I saw a student mid-knock on my door then I frowned even harder when saw more students lined up in the hallway.
Some were holding notebooks.
Some were carrying carving tools.
One even had flowers for some reason.
They all flinched simultaneously the moment I yelled.
I stared at them.
They stared at me.
My eye twitched again. "...What."
The students immediately looked at each other like nobody wanted to be sacrificed first.
Finally, one stepped forward nervously.
"W-Well..."
"Spit it out before I go back to sleep."
"S-Silvano said we need to wake you up first..."
I blinked slowly. "...For what exactly?"
The student visibly trembled under my stare.
"F-For carving lessons..."
Silence.
The hallway became so quiet I could hear my sanity cracking.
"HE WHAT?!"
Half the line stumbled backward.
"That pink-loving traitor," I whispered in disbelief.
Another student raised his hand weakly. "H-He said you were willing to teach us if we asked nicely..."
My smile twitched.
"Oh," I said dangerously. "He said that?"
The students nodded nervously.
One even showed me a screenshot.
[Silvano: Ask Blanca nicely. She loves helping people.]
I nearly blacked out from rage.
"That lying son of a—"
Before I could finish cursing, another student suddenly spoke up excitedly.
"Miss Frostine, I brought breakfast!"
I froze. "...Breakfast?"
"Yes! We didn’t know what food you liked so we bought multiple kinds!"
My murderous aura weakened slightly.
Another student quickly stepped forward.
"I-I also brought premium energy stones!"
A third raised a hand.
"I can pay extra tuition fees!"
My anger faltered further as I looked at the line again specifically at the food, expensive carving materials, then at the possible profit.
"..."
I slowly straightened up before putting on the sweetest, most genuine smile I could manage.
The kind that would make people trust me immediately before I ruined their lives.
"Why," I said softly, "didn’t you say that in the first place?"
The students froze.
Several looked genuinely stunned.
One guy holding carving tools nearly teared up.
"Sh-She smiled..."
"She looks... normal for once..."
"I thought she only knew how to threaten people..."
Meanwhile, I was already mentally calculating profits, free breakfast, future business connections, and exactly how much emotional damage Silvano would suffer later.
"I’ll just change first," I said pleasantly. "Then we’ll go destroy Silvano’s peaceful morning next."
The moment the door closed—
The students outside erupted into hushed whispers.
"Oh my goddess."
"That was terrifying."
"No, that was beautiful."
"I don’t know if she’s an angel or a demon."
"Both," another answered immediately.
One student proudly puffed his chest out. "I’m glad I asked Gawain what Blanca liked."
"The breakfast worked instantly."
"She looked ready to kill us earlier..."
"Come to think of it," another muttered, "that was the first time I saw her smile like that."
Silence.
One girl whispered emotionally. "...She’s actually pretty."
A male student beside her clutched his chest dramatically. "I think I understand why Sebastian keeps following her around now."
Meanwhile, at the very back of the line, one nervous student slowly looked down at the flower bouquet in his hand. "...I forgot to give this to her."
The others immediately turned toward him.
"You brought flowers?!"
"She’s teaching carving, not getting married!"
"I PANICKED!"
Inside my room—
I hurriedly changed clothes while tying my hair into a loose ponytail, still grumbling under my breath.
"He really sent students to wake me up..." I muttered darkly while shoving my arm through my sleeve. "Sylvie truly wants to die."
After making sure I at least looked like a functioning human being, I headed outside where the students immediately straightened up the moment they saw me.
One of them quickly stepped forward. "We already asked permission to use Studio Class 104."
"Good," I nodded approvingly. "Wait for me there first. I’ll just bring my assistant with me."
"Assistant?" they echoed.
I ignored their confused faces and walked straight toward the elevator while typing quickly on my OmniSync.
[Sylvie, I hope you’re asleep with one eye open.]
A few seconds later—
[Silvano: ...Why.]
I smiled sweetly because I was coming for him next.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened.
The ride toward Silvano’s floor felt oddly peaceful.
Like the calm before destruction.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, I marched directly toward his room and started banging on the door loudly.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Sylvie!" I shouted cheerfully. "Open the damn door! Your beloved master is here!"
"I DON’T KNOW YOU!" his muffled voice yelled from inside. "GO AWAY!"
I slammed my palm against the door again. "Sylvie, open the door or I swear I will burn your room again!"
The door suddenly opened just enough for one furious eye to glare at me through the gap.
"You’re insane."
"And whose fault is that?" I smiled brightly. "Do you know how many students were outside my room earlier?"
His expression immediately shifted into poorly hidden guilt. "...Not that many?"
"There was a line."
"...Oh."
"A line, Sylvie."
"...Good morning?" he tried weakly.
I grabbed the front of his shirt before he could shut the door again.
"You," I said with terrifying calmness, "told people I love teaching."
"You do love carving."
"That is NOT the same thing!"
He immediately tried defending himself. "But you taught me!"
"That’s because I was forced by fate and academic suffering!"
"Please lower your voice," he hissed. "People will misunderstand!"
"Oh no," I gasped dramatically. "Not your reputation, Sylvie."
His eye twitched instantly. "Stop calling me that."
"Then explain to me why I woke up to twenty students outside my room carrying breakfast offerings like I’m some carving deity."
"...Wait they actually brought food?"
I narrowed my eyes. "...You’re focusing on the wrong problem."
Before he could answer, his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.
We both went silent.
I slowly smiled. "Oh."
"...Don’t."
"You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, have you?"
"I was going to."
"You mean before your crimes caught up to you?"
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "What do you want from me?"
I crossed my arms proudly. "You’re coming with me to Studio Class 104."
"...Why?"
"Because congratulations," I beamed. "You’re now my assistant."
