6.56 – Consequences II

6.56 – Consequences II

There were few men and women across Valhaur that held the prestigious title of 'top ranker,' a person who had climbed to the nearly unbelievable height of level fifteen or above, and the Dean of Tenet Academy was, perhaps unsurprisingly, one such woman.

Dean Pemcroft was a woman in middle age. She sat behind an ornate mahogany desk, brown hair done in a ponytail, seeming annoyed. That alone was enough to make Natalie break into a sweat. An irritated top ranker. Much less the dean of the academy she attended. This woman was the absolute last person on campus, maybe the world, that she wanted annoyed with her.

And yet here the Dean was, glaring at her like an impudent student who'd caused her a headache.

Which, uh. Was exactly what had happened.

Baron Crestwood was less annoyed, more red-faced. He seemed to be barely restraining an outburst—probably only due to the woman of incredible status in the room with him. The affable figure from earlier was nowhere to be seen, which was maybe fair, considering the circumstances.

Then again, not really. Alaina was her own person, and what she decided to do with Natalie was her own business. The Baron had no right to be upset at her for what his daughter did, or what the two of them did together.

Well. Besides maybe how it had happened in the middle of a public alleyway, which was technically illegal, and how they had been caught. It might be less about the dalliance and more about the specifics. All the same, Natalie couldn't help but feel his anger was at least partially unreasonable.

What followed, over the next half-hour, was an extremely uncomfortable encounter. The Baron ranted and raved about Natalie's 'completely unacceptable behavior,' and 'was this how Tenet students comported themselves on missions?' and so on and so on.

Alaina, bless her, seemed to have made it clear that Natalie wasn't fully to blame; the Baron didn't pretend that Natalie had seduced his daughter, or some nonsense of that sort. Just that her behavior, as an agent of Tenet, was unacceptable.

Throughout, Natalie gritted her teeth and bore the tirade. She defended herself the best she could, with the Dean playing an irritable moderator.

This wasn't her first time dealing with an angry parent, though it was the highest-stake variation of the event she'd experienced, since it had never happened with a woman of national reputation in the room. Natalie had even dealt with angrier parents than the Baron, and in situations where their anger hadn't needed to be moderated.

That said, Natalie would have much preferred for the Dean to not have been there. As much as her presence muted what the Baron could say, it also made things worse for Natalie. Because the woman controlled her life at the Academy—or whether she had a spot at all, quite frankly.

The Dean was definitely on the Baron's side, which wasn't surprising. Natalie suffered through, trying to play contrite and apologetic, which wasn't her strong suit. After her previous catastrophic lack of judgment, though, she forced herself to keep silent. Though maybe more than a renewed sense of good judgment, it was the Dean's withering gaze that kept her mouth sealed.

One major mistake was enough, Natalie told herself. She bit her tongue on her real opinions on the matter. She had a penchant for doubling down and getting herself into deeper trouble, but she was already plenty deep enough. She couldn't afford to keep digging. Even she had some innate level of self preservation.

When the Baron's outrage had sputtered out, and Natalie had provided her weak defenses, and the Dean had assured him that proper punishment would be forthcoming, he left in a huff, muttering to himself as he went. Natalie barely stopped herself from glaring at his back.

Having the attention of a top-ranker would normally be desirable, but in this case, Natalie really wished she'd remained a nobody.

"Tenet students are expected to carry themselves in a dignified manner," the Dean said, sighing. "The only saving grace is that despite the brazenness of your actions, the consequences of your indiscretion seem to be contained, and thus minor. Had the Crestwood family suffered a genuine reputational crisis, this conversation would be very different. And please make no mistake—your judgment has been called into question henceforth."

The Dean drummed her fingers across her desk.

"High-rank delvers are important to society," she said, "and that seems to be the path you and your team are heading for. But your value comes only partially from your ability to kill monsters, or even act as a powerful warrior for a nation. When a person can rampage through a city with the power to tear down buildings with singular swipes of their weapon, their judgment and stability becomes everything. High-rankers, much less top-rankers, are scrutinized very, very carefully, Natalie, by a large number of people you do not want to get on the wrong side of."

The Dean delivered the words with a calm threat that turned Natalie's embarrassment to concern. A trickle of cold went down her spine.

"Fortunately, you are young," the Dean said, her intensity fading, leaning back in her chair with a wave of a hand. "Gratuitous punishments and some mentorship will hopefully straighten you out—before your reputation with the powers that be is ruined in earnest. As such, you've been indefinitely assigned to morning duties."

Natalie paled. Indefinitely? That didn't mean the rest of the year, did it?

"Along with mentorship sessions with your primary combat lead, Instructor Robin," the Dean finished. "She volunteered."

At that, Natalie blinked. Instructor Robin? Her thoughts veered in a whole different direction, because her last meaningful interaction with Instructor Robin had been a distinctly confusing one, with Natalie thinking the older woman had been flirting with her under the guise of telling Natalie that she 'needed to control herself, or she'd be punished.'

And now she'd volunteered to take over Natalie's 'mentorship sessions'?

"This is where you say, 'thank you, Dean,'" the Dean said. "And 'I promise never to cause you problems again.' Please realize, I show mercy only once.'"

The words were delivered with enough iciness that Natalie instantly repeated them verbatim.

As daunting as indefinite morning duties were, alongside whatever these mentorship sessions would be, she couldn't help but feel she'd gotten off light. A part of her had irrationally expected to be marched off to the brig once she'd heard that the Dean herself would be speaking with her.

"Now, go," the Dean said, waving. "I have paperwork to deal with, not least of it thanks to you."

With all haste, Natalie fled the Dean's office.