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Rain and the others were stunned at the red-haired woman's introduction. All their image and expectations of the Academy completely crumbled to dust in a matter of seconds.
"A mature older woman is always a never wrong choice. And look at those racks," Rever whispered as he leaned closer to Rain. Rain just chuckled, but of course, he was still a man, after all, so he couldn't help admire beautiful women where it was due.
Like she heard Rever's remark, Silva slightly jumped in the middle of introductions, causing her enormous breasts to wiggle like soft jelly and winked at them.
Percival was struck hard as blood dripped from his nose.
Alfonse was cool about it like he wasn't affected the slightest bit, but his ear was red on the tip.
Galahad remained motionless with a serious face, but he was turned into stone while Ethan was all red, and he covered his eyes, acting like his purity was stolen from him.
As for Rever, he was struck by lightning as his eyes bulged out while his mouth opened. He seemed to be drooling.
And Rain, he too could help but be red all over as he was caught off guard, didn't know what to do while the girls each shot them deathly glares.
"Alright! Enough of chit-chat!" Silva crossed her, raising her proud breasts while tilting her ample hips to the side. "You lot introduce yourself, starting with you."
The blue-haired peerless beauty stood up. "Felysa Rozarrian." And she sat down as fast as she went on her feet.
Silva nodded her head. "Alright, next!"
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What?! That's it? They just have to give their names?
"Uhmm . . . My name is Pamela Rossi. I hope to get along with everyone." Pamela bowed and sat after.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
Everyone turned towards that guy with dark brown hair when he gave Pamela resounding claps like he was a cheerleader or something. Pamela shot him a timid smile while the man was dumbstruck with droopy eyes and a silly smile. He was bewitched!
The guy with dark brown hair stood straight with his face held high. "The name's Percival Galant. My hobbies are shooting, hunting, and playing with my siblings. I like sweets and dislike arrogant noblemen who think that the world revolves around them! And––!"
"Alright, that's enough! Next!" Silva cut Percival off while the latter sat obediently on his seat, unaffected.
"Rin," That's all the lady with little pinkish hair said before she lazily sat down.
"And what is your complete name 'Rin'?" Silva asked, but her tone was teasing as she gave Rin a wide grin.
For the first time, besides a look of boredom, Rin's face contorted to a frown as she pouted her lips. She dragged her feet and stood from her seat. And with an almost whispering voice in the space of her teeth, she hissed, "Rin . . . S-Silva . . ."
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Egh? Silva? Was it a coincidence that she had a family name similar to the name of their teacher? Come to think of it, this alluring professor of theirs hadn't given them her family name.
"Fufufufu. Alright, next." Silva smirked while Rin's frown deepened.
Rin didn't say anything more and just simply took her seat.
Alfonse was the one who stood next with his noble air and elegance. "Alfonse Vormont and I hate dimwitted narrow-minded idiots." He sat like he didn't say anything wrong while Percival shot him the deadliest glare.
"W-what did you say?!" Percival barked at Alfonse, which caused sparks to fly between them.
"Alright! Next!"
While Alfonse and Percival had a cold war, Arca was the one who stood up next. "Arca . . ." Arca paused, causing everyone to glance her way. "Deux . . . Arca Deux." She then took her seat.
Whispers resounded, and Percival and Felysa couldn't help but took a second look at Arca while Rin briefly shot Arca a glimpse. They couldn't help but eyed Arca's Armalest gun on her thighs.
"Hmmm . . ." Silva hummed with a knowing smirk on her face before she focused her eyes on Rain. "Alright, next."
Rain stood up. "Rian Rizwalde. It's nice knowing everyone," he said with a smile.
"Okay, next!"
"Yes!" Ethan shouted in frantic, and his table shook when he stood abruptly. "U-uhmm . . . m-my name is Ethan Hall. E-everyone, I hope we can all be friends!"
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His face then burst red as he realized what he had said. He lowered his head and sat down with fists on his shaking lap.
Chuckles and soft laughter erupted in the room as no one could resist smiling at the sight of the shy boy. But when a tall, tanned scary man with long dark brown hair and scary markings on his face stood up, everyone quieted down.
"Hello, everyone. My name's Galahad Mubal." Contradictory to everyone's expectations, Galahad's voice was deep and kind.
Rever stood up without waiting for Galahad to take his seat. "Howdy, everyone! The name's Rever Ixion. At your service."
He then formed a military salute with a boyish grin on his face. Rain couldn't help but huffed a laugh while Arca frowned and pouted.
"Alright! I guessed that's everyone!" Silva swept her gaze on her students. "We'll start lecture today—first a couple of reminders. I don't like being interrupted when I'm talking. If you have questions, raised them after I'm finished and second . . . the most important. Everyone must listen when I'm talking. I hope you hammered what I told in your heart and mind as it can get you killed if you don't. Ahahaha!"
Rain and the others looked at each other.
D-did their teacher just threaten them?
"So ah . . . before we start." Silva coughed between her fist. "The Grandmaster asked me to explain why you lot are all on this class. You all probably wondering why there's only so little of you in this class. Class 4/7 is a new experimental class device by the Grandmaster himself, and the lot of you were specifically picked by him based on your performance in the underground."
SLAM!
Everyone jolted when Silva slammed her palms against the table. "Well?! How do you feel?! Do you feel hate?! Rage?! Disbelief that you sons and daughters of a respectable family were put on an experimental class like rat subjects? Ahahahaha!"
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