Class 1-3; Saint Stella Academy
"What should we do, sir Roderick?"
Ask one of the panic lackeys in Roderick fou Arcline. There have been cheering from the other classes and most of this class have decided to fight back as well. Roderick fou Arcline is a noble of birth and as an aristocrat, he was compelled or more likely had an obligation to protect those who are weaker than him—the noblesse obliges. But that noble birth Roderick had been thinking; "What should I do?"
The shaking and explosions that can be heard from the outside are making things obvious—the school is surrounded by hundreds of enemies and they are at the painfully obvious disadvantage. "If I fight back there would be a chance that I would be injured—worse, I'd be dead." he thought. "Things are different now. It's not anything like practical exams. I'd really die here if things go wrong."
The proud noble birth Roderick was having this thought. With his ability sealed, he was practically nothing. Thus, rather than being foolishly brave, he was having such cowardly thoughts.
The one who stood in the front of the class was a charismatic lady with golden hair. She was the adviser of the class 1-2.
And so, seeing as the whole class being riled up by this adviser, Roderick said this in a low voice to his lackeys,
"We will wait for the right moment. If things go as expected, let's escape."
As they heard this, the corner of their mouth turned crescent and their nasty expression showed from their face, concealed from the rest of the class.
"That's right, there's no way I would die here. Do your worst and sacrifice yourself for me, commoners."
He said in his mind. In this aspect he was a noble alright. However, the fact that they haven't learned any lesson from Gleren trashing them only shows how despicable these people are.
***
One of Saint Ilse's seven Headquarters…
"I see. I understand. Yes, that would be no problem. Yes, yes. We'll be heading there right away."
…a call was being held. Unlike any other communication, their conversation was by the use of magic. At the center of the table, there was a single orb that glowed blue. Using that, a conversation akin to a video call was being held. It was Kyouka on the other side relaying the precise information from Japan—exactly as Kim told her.
[Thank you for your understanding. I know that you have a lot on your plates now, but we truly appreciate your cooperation, Chief of the Saint Rouge; The first division.]
"I don't mind. Besides, I also want to see him. My beloved disciple, is who."
This person was sitting on a chair, not even glancing at the communication crystal, holding a glass and shaking its content that looked like wine before drinking what was inside. And as she said that, she smiled impishly—mischievously even.
"Well then, Kyouka. I'll be off. Send my regards to Jin, okay?"
At the other side of the crystal, Kyouka bowed and then the light from the ball faded. The communication ended.
"What should we do, chief?"
The person standing in front of her table asked.
"There's no question asked, Mira! We'll be going to Saint Stella of course! Call for Hannah and Reizel—it will be the four of us!"
The person in front bowed in a graceful manner.
"As you wish."
She said before leaving the room.
"Hehehe. Wait for me, Gleren!"
By the way, the glass of wine she had was just for show. It was just grape juice. This person is bad with alcohol.