Chapter 155: Devotion

I reached the classroom five minutes late. 

If Merin hadn't slapped me back to reality, I might not have come in the first place. 

My cheeks hated me for not defending but- oh well. 

"I'd assumed you wouldn't even show up considering how injured you were. But I'm glad you have the integrity to learn." Miss Maire welcomed me with open arms. And what was up with that frigging smile?

Apparently, after that whole memory fiasco, she treated me rather nicely since I could basically answer everything. 

Come to think of it, even my memory might have gotten better. Just what the hell happened to me? How the hell did I become basically new, overnight?

Was my body really that desperate to have sex with Marg or something? I'd like to think no- but- yeah, after what happened last night, it probably was: and I didn't fault it, not one bit.

I went in and was about to take my seat but- someone was already sitting there. And it actually became a two-seat bench rather than a single chair. 

The girl smiled and patted the empty seat, prompting me to seat down. I'd have loved to, if it was Marg but Marg was behind the seat, glaring very intensely. 

"Since you now have a familiar, I took the liberty to ensure proper seating for you," Miss Maire proudly presented herself. 

'Yeah, don't take that liberty!'

I guess she really liked me, but I wished she didn't like me this much. And wasn't this preferential treatment?

I was getting a lot of stares. Some whispers floated around and I ignored them. 

"It's true she lives in my saber but- just because of that she's my familiar? Weren't familiars supposed to like pets and small and stuff?" More like most of the familiars were nothing more than just things like cats, rats, dogs, and birds. They weren't that useful, so people didn't bother with familiars. 

The only exception I ever saw was that flying elephant thingy that crazy woman had flown inside the academy with. Actually, was that guy really doing okay? 

I had my doubts. But I didn't have time to worry about him. This was definitely more serious.

"Yes, that makes her your summons: after all, she's a dragon born: I'd never met one myself. Please take a seat, we're a little behind today."

I was very conflicted but I took my seat, next to Enira. The moment I did, she came close and almost rubbed her body against mine. She was wearing Marg's clothes, it wasn't a good fit and her chest was kind of sticking out. 

Was she waiting to be complimented on her clothes? Was she trying to turn me on? Or was she just trying to win some brownie points?

I didn't know.

But this was not good for my sanity. 

Snap!

The noise came from behind and I knew it was Marg without even looking. 

Half of a pencil rolled on the floor. 

But the girl didn't stop. Next, her hand was on my lap and before I knew it, she was caressing my lap making that very not-work-friendly smile. 

I vigorously looked around and most of the eyes were on the board- some were on me.

A very not so friendly aura leaked from behind me and the bottom half of the pencil snapped and flew into the ceiling, bounced, and fell somewhere in the far corner. 

All this time, I didn't think Marg was that strong. But considering she could move and swing my sword without flinching was proof enough that she had loads of strength. Breaking a nec- pencil was easy I guess. 

So I had to tread carefully. "Since we're in class, stay a little away from me," I whispered to the girl who was busy rubbing herself against my arm and lap. 

"Fine," Enira grumbled but didn't create a scene. 

Marg's killing aura also calmed down, but the sheer amount of her patience was commendable.

That went a lot smoother than I could have ever imagined. 

But anyway, now that I could focus better I definitely used all the focus on the teacher and her che- ahem, the class. 

I basically knew everything Miss Maire talked about, so it was pointless to focus anyway. 

My memory was a lot better but the knowledge I'd accumulated was still here. I thought once I got better I'd forget them, but I guess I didn't have to worry about that. 

A lot of students were taking notes on their Holo, so I tried doing that- I just pretended though. Instead of taking notes, I searched up the tables of the tournament, who I was fighting, and when that was. 

My Holo was barely holding up. 'Just a little longer sweetheart- I'll take you to the shop and use the warranty on you.'

Forty-seven countries were taking part. And with me involved that was forty-eight participants. There would be two teams: A & B. I was in A. The twenty-four participants would battle it out and in the end, only three would remain, and those three would battle against the opposing team. I guess it was a team battle, the only thing I was bad at...  the prize money was good though at 100 gold coins each for the winners. 

And just when I was about to tap on the match schedules- my Holo died. 

Sigh. I kind of wanted to bang my head on the table. 

The moment I sighed, Enira grabbed my arm and hugged it, grinning. 

I was waiting for another snapping sound, but instead, Marg stood up from her seat, signaled me to move to my left- I did- and sat down on the little space left over. This was a two-person bench, so yeah, it was cramped and all three of us were very close: a lot of things were touching a lot of other things. "I didn't kill her because you said so, so you better make a proper decision after this." Marg sulked a little but her voice was quiet. 

Obviously, Miss Maire and the rest of the class still saw this though. 

Miss Maire frowned a little but didn't say anything- I guess we were dealing with personality number one: the good one. And I was glad for that. Who knew what would have happened if the second one decided to show up. 

I gulped, "I will."

I didn't know why but the class didn't matter anymore. 

'Wait, how am I going to tell Marg that Selene-'

Oh boy. 

The sensation was pretty amazing though- the tension, however, was definitely not good for my health. 'I won't live a long life, will I?'