Sisters of the Holy Spirit, strolling in style through the campus pathways.
Pure robes that swayed slightly with the breeze.
Silver-white knight's boots, crisp on the floor tiles.
It's more than enough to take the world by storm.
Carrying the most terrifying weapon in the most elegant stance.
Hiding the lurid death scythe behind her back, she cocked her head and pondered for a moment before suddenly opening her lips lightly and asking:
"Class, have you seen anyone strange?"
There it is, standing right in front of me. Eleazar was bellyaching in his mind, but on the surface, he was completely immobile.
He flipped idly through his textbook, occasionally glancing at the time.
This was fishing for law enforcement, and if he subconsciously voiced an answer, the scythe would strike him over the head.
"I'm a normal person who doesn't know anything right now." Eleazar mentally hypnotized himself.
Pulling out his pocket watch again to check the time, he said to himself, "Class is about to start."
Closing his book, he stood up and patted his pants, ready to leave.
But the nun standing in front of her was scanning the neighborhood, not at all aware that she was in the way.
Eleazar eyed ahead, literally as if he thought she was air.
One step, two steps, and he saw that he was about to collide with someone else.
The moment she and that towering peak was about to touch that holy and delicate body gently turned sideways.
Eleazar brushes up against her in a thrill.
A nice ethereal scent wafted into her nose.
"Well, it's the Nimbus Flower."
Eleazar commented mentally, his unhurried steps slowly leaving the place.
Back on the main road with more pedestrians, the heartbeat, which I had tried so hard to suppress, came back to life and began to beat wildly.
Completely afraid to look back to make sure, Eleazar had made up his mind that he was going to be a normal person for the day.
Ordinary people don't look this calm when faced with tardiness.
Showing anxiety, his pace quickened and he rushed into the building, just barely stepping on the bell to burst into the classroom.
All sorts of eyes with different colors swept in.
"Go find a seat."
The professor's kind voice rang out from the podium.
Amidst a roar of laughter, Eleazar lowers his head in embarrassment and quickly walks to the back of the seat, clutching his books, and sits down in the last empty seat.
"Okay, everyone is quiet, class is now in session."
The old professor in the brown vintage suit with thinning gray hair looked around the packed classroom and with a satisfied look knocked on the podium and began to lecture.
...
45 minutes later, the bell for the end of class rang right on time, and the professor named a random girl to come up and erase the blackboard and leave with the textbook.
The first class of college ended so uneventfully.
Spinning a whole class of penny-pinching Eleazar and taking no notes whatsoever for the duration of the class.
No matter what, the brain has been developed his memory can be too good, just before the class casually flipped through the textbook, he can now recite it.
Looking around at his classmates who are getting up and leaving, Eleazar looks at his class schedule.
Well, there's another practical session in the afternoon, going to the school museum to see the exhibits.
Then tomorrow is two history department branch classes and a main class every other day.
Learning is very relaxed.
Eleazar also left the classroom with his classmates, pondering how to spend the day.
Amidst the laughter coming from everywhere, he toured around the college, went to the library to read for a while, went to the dining hall for a simple lunch when lunchtime arrived, and then, like most people, chose to go back to his dormitory for a short lunch break.
In the corridor, next to room 404, there stood a serious-looking instructor, and all the students who came back from the surrounding area lowered their heads and went into their respective dormitories under his stern gaze.
Eleazar returned to the door of his room with his head down, unlocked it with his key, and was about to enter.
"Wait!"
The instructor's voice suddenly sounded at his side.
"You are Eleazar-san aren't you, sorry, due to a mistake on our part, we have caused you to be assigned to the wrong dormitory, and will now have to make the proper adjustments for you."
Ah this, the school is taking back his personal space?
Eleazar looks up and tries to redeem himself, "Actually, I think it's fine here, no need to change."
"It has to be changed!"
"You pack your things now and I'll take you to your new dorm room."
The tone of the instructor's voice was so full of unquestioning doubt that he could not be refuted.
Listening to the harsh tone coming from the doorway, Eleazar pondered silently for a moment.
"Move faster!"
"Oh."
With a helpless sigh, Eleazar opens the closet and, using the door as a cover, takes out the suitcase hidden under the closet panel, opens it, and takes out another bottle.
"Teacher, can you come in and give me a hand, I can't seem to get my stuff out as it's hooked."
The instructor standing in the doorway wrinkled his brow and sauntered into the room.
"Touch!"
The door of the room suddenly closed automatically without wind, he looked back suspiciously, and without any defense in his heart, he walked over to the cadet and asked in a slightly impatient tone:
"You're up to something."
"Teacher look at this."
Eleazar suddenly holds an inky purple orb up to him.
"Hmm? What?"
The instructor froze, his head subconsciously tilting back, and as he cast his eyes away, his gaze was instantly locked on the thing, his eyes gradually losing focus.
That... It looks like an eyeball?
Eleazar held up the now solidified eyeball of the dream eater and was relieved to see that he had managed to hypnotize his opponent.
I can't believe it worked.
He quickly took the report the other man held in his hand and turned it over carefully.
Written inside are the beginning and end of his assignment to the wrong dorm room and advice on what to do about it.
It doesn't say anything about forcing him to move...
Eleazar slipped the report back into the instructor's hands and, after a moment's thought, had an idea.
He held up the Dream Eater's eyeball and increased the infusion of spirituality to try and activate the second ability.
"The student in room 404 was very stubborn about staying and not moving out, and you couldn't do anything about it, so you finally just let him be, so you ended the processing of this report and went to the dining hall for lunch."
The instructor's head dropped and he mumbled to himself, "It's done, time for lunch..."
Eleazar collects his eyes in satisfaction, "Yes, it's time for you to go eat." The instructor heads outside, disoriented, "Time to go eat..."
Eleazar opened the door to his room for him, "Take care, Sensei~"
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[Rumor of the day: an employee of the Teaching Service ate five lunches in a row in the dining hall and did not stop eating until he vomited, and nearby students and faculty members were frightened and forced to terminate his action and send him to the hospital for medical treatment.]
Waking up after his lunch break, Eleazar walks down the campus pathway and hears all the nearby students talking about the incident, suddenly feeling a little weak inside.
How does this scenario sound inexplicably familiar?
In the Student Council office, Qishi dropped the report he was holding and looked out the window faintly.
"Another one?"