Book 3: Chapter 1: (4)

Book 3: Chapter 1: (4)

Nyath, who was running late, finally arrived at Sherwood High, and the first period classes had already started. The school grounds had gone quiet.

Shit

It was the worst morning. He had crashed into and was cursed at by a girl, got on the bus late, stuck in traffic, and sat right next to a middle aged man with a pungent body odor. At least getting to see up that girls skirt was lucky, but it was just a second anyways.

Seemed like he definitely had to save up at his part time job, and get a used car. He wondered if that used Nissan he had seen at the dealership for about 800 dollars was still on sale. The paint was starting to fall off, the hood was bumpy and the panoramic was starting to crack, but as long as he could drive it, anything was welcome.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

He thought as he quickly walked through the hallways, past the stairs, almost crashing into somebody right around the corner.

Woah!

It was the same girl as before. This time, however, they both managed to dodge each other, and it was over with only a slight struggle.

Hmph

She took a few steps and took distance from him. For some reason she readied her bat case at the hip and scowled at Nyath.

Ah Im sorry. You are the girl I met earlier, right?! What are you talking about?

She asked while casting a wary glance at him, without relaxing her pose.

Ah, this morning. Just before getting on the bus in North Zalze. I dont remember How cruel! Even though crashing into you was the reason I ended up being so late. Dont you have anything to say? Oh

Finally remembering what he said, she relaxed her pose. She looked down and faintly blushed at the recent memory of the young boy seeing her in such an indecent position.

Im sorry

The girl didnt even notice her absent minded expression. He didnt have the time to observe her like before, but she was probably another Farbanian native like him. Putting it in Earths terms, her beauty was just like a dolls.

He had heard that there were a lot of Farbanian nobles that looked like that. Of course Nyath, who had been brought to Earth as a peasant when he was younger, had never even seen a Farbanian noble before.

Its my first day as a transfer student. I didnt want to be late either Oh youre a transfer student? Im Nyath. Nyath Maybell. Nice to meet you

He stretched his right arm. She looked wearily at his hand. Its a handshake. Just a handshake. Ah Even now Earths greetings are my weak point. Im Tilarna Elnebara. Lets just ignore the Thaph.

Elnebara that was a name Nyath had heard somewhere before, but he just couldnt remember. Tilarna shook his right hand. It was cool to the touch. And while being elegant and slender, it felt firm and strong. Nice to meet you, Tilarna. Can I call you just Tilarna? Sure, fine. Youre the first person Ive met since I came here. Call me whatever you want Thank you. So, let me guide you around. Youre going to your classroom, right? Yeah, I have science class. I heard thats Theza Kiffers classroom. Youre kidding, what a coincidence! Im also going there. Thanks to being the one guiding the transfer student now Ill have an excuse for being late. I see. I dont get it, but good for you

For some reason his heart was racing. Why did he always start feeling like that whenever he was with someone beyond his reach? Like with Norune, or now with Tilarna. Speaking of Norune, she had not been coming to school for that entire week.

That was way too long for a cold, maybe something happened to her?

Matoba who was waiting right outside the school, merely listening on the wireless device, realized that Tilarna was infiltrating her first class after running into this male student that was taking her to the classroom.

But no, she couldnt get careless. She was on a mission. At a first glance the place looked like a peaceful education environment, but at any moment anywhere the drug dealer may have spotted her and come attack her. Thats right, even, for instance, while she was struggling to read her mail

Hey! Is this place free?

Suddenly a voice came from behind her, and someone tapped her shoulder.

?!

Even before she could think, the combat skills that had been drilled into her during training came out. Tilarna grabbed the arm that was extended behind her, twisted it, and in a fluent motion threw her opponent from his upper body. Her opponent rolled in the air once, and crashed by the back into the table right in front of her.

It was a piercing noise. The table creaked aggressively, and silverware and food came crashing down as her opponent let out a short scream.

Tilarna removed the cap off her bat case, readied her stance, and finally she came to her senses.

Ah

She had done it now. Of course this wasnt a drug dealer. It was a male student she had no memory of. He was robust and handsome. He was a young guy far larger than Tilarna, but his eyes were turning without him quite realizing what had even happened to him.

Sorry. Are you okay?

The surrounding students were watching while keeping their distance, while they were making questions nervously.

Wh- what are you doing?!

The kid jumped up on the table, and was screaming angrily at her. It was the appropriate reaction.

Im sorry. I just did it without thinking. Without thinking? You go around almost killing people without thinking?! Look at this mess. Im covered in sauce! What are you going to do about it?! I will apologize for my violent reaction. However, you also have some responsibility for grabbing peoples shoulders from behind without warning- Shut up, you fucking bitch! Is that how you apologize to people? Ugh

Blood had started rushing to his head. The student stretched out his hand without minding all the attention from onlookers, and reached for Tilarnas hair.

What the-

My hair. Grabbing the hair of a daughter of the Exedilika household, with those filthy hands of his! No matter the altercation, behaving like that with a noble lady is unforgivable! But I am a compassionate woman, so for his atonement I will only cut off one of his hands. I could take your life, so you should be thankful, kid.

Well, he probably would be taken to a hospital, and his hand would be immediately reattached. She had heard that among the healers they called surgeons, there was a rumor about going to San Teresa if you wanted to learn how to perform reattachment surgeries.

He should be thanking me for only making that necessary. Thats right. Ill cut it, Ill show him and Ill cut it off. Ill try not to dirty myself too much with his blood, just take half a step here and yeah, something like this.

She took off the lid of her case, and just as she was about to pull out her Krge,

Ghili! Let that girl go!

Called out a new, harsh voice.

Thaph means full name in FarbanianTheza means Mister in Farbanian