"Mai, on your left!" yelled Maria."Maria, above you!" said Julian. Maria dodged the attack from the beast she was up against and moved in to attack with her crimson dual fire fans. Once all three were beasts were taken out, the three friends happily congratulated each other.
They were in the middle of their Confrontation Against Magical Creatures cla.s.s, which took place in a forest located outside on the academy"s grounds.
Confrontation Against Magical Creatures was a course where students learned how to face off against a variety of beast-type creatures, but ever since Maria and the others graduated to third-years, they also fought against a few rook-cla.s.s beasts as well.
So far the three had gained some fighting experience and was showing improvement from when they were naive first-years. Maria no longer felt afraid, Julian no longer had the urge to puke, and Mai... Well, Mai was still Mai.
When the sound of a whistle was heard throughout the forest, the three friends made their way back to Ms. Abby. A fierce goth looking woman and the instructor for this course, whose rumors said she once served in the imperial army.
"Alright, you brats, wipe down, and get some water! I see improvement in some of you while others still have a long way to go. I"m talking to you, Pendragon!"
The woman pointed towards an embarra.s.sed golden blonde-haired boy, his head hung low in shame as some of the other students snickered at him. Emerald eyes stared at the blonde-haired boy and couldn"t help but think of the irony of his name.
"Arthur Pendragon. A famous and legendary person from my old world. Sadly, I don"t get that same inspiring feeling that is usually depicted in movies and television shows when I look at him. From what I know, Arthur is always failing in courses that teach students how to utilize their magic and he barely pa.s.sed his last two Final Exams. I wonder why he"s having such a hard time with his magic?"
Once cla.s.s finished, students were a.s.signed to head towards their next cla.s.s and Maria stared at her friends" backs. The young girl contemplated how much time had pa.s.sed since she first transmigrated into this world. She had experienced many different things in this world, that she was unable to do in her old world.
She had changed a bit from the girl she used to be, seeing how the old Maria did not fight magical monsters. No longer was Maria a first-year at the academy but now was in the midst of her third-year here at Diamond Academy, Elementary Division.
Once they arrived in their next cla.s.s, the group of friends took their seats next to each other, and cla.s.s soon began.
"Our duty as teachers here in the Elementary Division is to prepare each and every last one of you for the Middle School Division. When students reach the next division, they will form teams, take on requests, and journey throughout Astral, sometimes to other countries in order to successfully complete the request their team takes on," said Mr. Grey, their grouchy History teacher.
This wasn"t the first time he made this speech nor was he the only one. More and more teachers were starting to say the exact same thing. Expressing the difficulties they would encounter and how it was nothing like the Elementary Division.
Honestly, it was starting to make Maria a little scared of becoming a Middle School student. Something which her big-brother along with Isis would be next year, seeing how both were in their last year as Elementary students.
Turning her gaze towards the window, Maria sighed. "Time truly does fly."
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The very next day was Sat.u.r.day, meaning no school; currently walking down the roads of the capital city, Maira was making her way towards a popular dessert store that she saw advertised on the Crystal TV.
An object that was made by placing a Crystal b.u.t.terfly inside a special magical vase that would project a holographic screen which in turn acted similar to regular TV in modern times.
"It shouldn"t be too far, ojou-sama!" said Shirone, standing on Maria"s left.
"Maa, how about we try out some of their religieuses, ojou?" eagerly asked a drooling Kuroka, standing on her right side.
"Kuroka, behave." Shirone lightly scolded her younger twin sister, who pouted. Smiling to herself, Maria felt just as eager as Kuroka, increasing her footsteps just so they could get there faster.
"C"mon, babe, stop playing so hard to get. I"m just trying to ask you out for drinks."
"I said no! Now get your hands off me!"
The distraction caused Maria to pause in her footsteps. Not far ahead, right outside of an alleyway, a man was public hara.s.sing a woman that Maria could not get a good look at. The man grabbed her wrist, trying to wrap an arm around her waist as she struggled against him.
The woman"s voice was quite loud, and though there were not that many people out on the streets, Maria was still surprised that none of them had come to the poor woman"s aid.
"Stop being so loud; I"m just looking for a good time~!"
He was an old drunk, gripped the woman"s arm, sleazy hand wandering down the slender curve of her body. Such a sight disgusted Maria.
"Kuroka, step in and save that woman," ordered Maria. In a blink of an eye, Kuroka disappeared.
"Why don"t you just come back to my room? Once there you can scream all you want."
The man stuck his booze breath close to the woman"s face, unaware when the color of the woman"s eyes changed into a predatory glare, only to vanish when she sensed a third presence.
"h.e.l.lo~! Under the orders of my adorable ojou-sama, I demand that you let go of this innocent woman, you awful piece-of-s.h.i.t!" cheerfully announced Kuroka, despite the crude language she used to address the man, leaving the drunk, the woman, and her ojou-sama speechless, staring at her smiling cute face.
"You... You b.i.t.c.h! Get the h.e.l.l away from here!" angrily shouted the man, not that Kuroka minded, a smile still placed on her face.
"Haha, even your breath smells like s.h.i.t! You are truly a disgrace to society!"
Kuroka not only insulted the man, yet again, but this time she even laughed in his face. Further p.i.s.sing off the man, his face grew red with anger, shoving the woman so he could attack Kuroka.
"You annoying little b.i.t.c.h! I"ll teach you a lesson for insulting me!" shouted the man. Right before he could even land an attack on Kuroka, a swift and elegant kick from the dark-haired Neko maid sent the man flying across the street, where his body slammed into a wall, knocking him instantly unconscious.
Staring at her outstretched leg, Kuroka spotted a drop of blood on her shoes and pouted. "Mou, you even dirted my shoes, you disgusting b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
"Savagery!" mentally exclaimed a shocked Maria, describing Kuroka"s use of words and actions.
"Ojou-sama, I saved the damsel in distress! Can we go get dessert now?" yelled Kuroka, causing her older sister to sigh and walk over. Once close enough, Shirone chopped her younger sister on the head using her hand.
"Next time tone it down some. You caused an unwanted scene. Now apologize to ojou-sama." Shirone was once again scolding Kuroka.
"But I got rid of that disgusting insect just like ojou-sama ordered!" Kuroka defended herself.
"You could"ve used a different method!"
While the two sisters argued, the damsel in distress made her way over to Maria to offer her thanks.
"I was just told from your adorable maid that you were the one who ordered her to step in and save me just then. Is there something I can offer you as my thanks, little rabbit?" charmingly smiled the woman.
Maria found herself speechless as she stared into the eyes of this stunningly gorgeous woman who rivaled a supermodel with her perfect heart-shaped face, hour-gla.s.s figure, and those seductive eyes that made one unable to look away from her.
"Is this novel just filled with over the top beautiful women?!"
Maria exclaimed in her head, feeling just a small ounce of envy, knowing that even when the original Maria grew up, her looks would never measure up to her rivals and other female characters that were introduced and described in the novel.
"This world is truly unfair!" depressingly thought Maria.