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I narrow my eyes at the two guys who have suddenly become close friends judging by Necro’s arm on Michael’s shoulder despite me never having seen them together before.

What were they talking about before we came? And why the sudden change in subject?

I stare at the two for a few seconds before giving a mental shrug.

Guess it doesn’t matter.

“To start with,” I turn my gaze to Michael, “you were pitifully weak. So you really should put more effort into defending yourself.”

Michael blushes at that but doesn’t say anything.

Sure, his martial arts were good, but it’s almost as if he just stopped learning to fight after getting a healing magic or something. Absolutely not a good idea, even if he does have his summons there to help him. And he is getting more and more summons as he gets stronger.

Particularly some sort of hound summon and an elemental.

I turn to look at Denise as I continue, “You were too reliant on Michael’s healing and lost a lot of your momentum the moment he died.” Then to Emily, “You were just like Michael but even worse in that you don’t seem to have put much effort into training to fight hand to hand at all. So the moment I got close to you, you were dead.” And lastly, Belle. “You weren’t bad.”

Belle jumps up with a whoop of excitement.

I snort at that but otherwise don’t say anything.

In all honesty, they should be getting their instructor to help them and not me. I only started fighting a little over a month ago. So I’m not exactly an expert.

But those issues were rather obvious, and I’m shocked they didn’t notice and fix them themselves.

“That aside,” I turn back to Michael and Anthony. “When did you two become such close friends?”

They awkwardly laugh at that, making me narrow my eyes in suspicion.

Okay, just what were they talking about before we got here?

“Artoria said it was something about Michael being the only guy in the team,” Tar answers, selling them out in an instant.

Oh. That again.

I look at Michael before walking up and patting him once on the shoulder to his confusion, ignoring the discomfort it gives me as I say, “Don’t worry. I’m sure the public will stop saying things like that about you eventually.” Then I nod once at his furiously blushing face before turning around and walking away.

Hope that helped.

But if not, I don’t really care.

I leave the training room, ignoring the other girls teasing Michael about his blushing as I begin walking down the hall towards my suite.

One benefit of using the magical reality is that I don’t have to hold back from killing them on accident. And I also don’t actually sweat in real life when using it, even if I would’ve just been able to use clean anyways.

Such a wonderful skill.

Right before I enter my suite though, I pause as I remember that I have a quiz tomorrow for Achievements.

Yeah, that’s gonna suck. The entire thing is about the memorized skills on that list.

I sigh at the thought before entering my suite and going straight to my room to lie down on my bed and begin studying the notes I have on my terminal.

This’ll be a long night.

“You’re already done?” Viper asks as I hand in my quiz that I’d finished in just twenty minutes of the hour and a half we had to take it with dark circles underneath my eyes.

I nod my head and begin leaving the room without a word.

That was absolutely worth the studying. Even if I only got a few hours of sleep…

Why exactly does this have to be a morning class today?

“Because there was a Fracture last week and you forgot that the class started early because of that,” Tar answers, making me wince.

The class itself was a struggle to make it through without falling asleep. Especially before the quiz, which was in the last hour and twenty minutes of the class.

But it was worth it in the end, since there wasn’t a single question on there that I found difficult.

I glance at the other students, some of whom are staring at me in shock as I leave, only to turn away the moment I leave through the door.

Well then. Time to head to the cafeteria in the manor.

Because I’m hungry after dealing with a five or so hour long class.

Of course, I attract plenty of attention both in my walk to the top class residential area, and when I get to the cafeteria itself. Because apparently I’m ‘the talk of the school’ or something, as Belle likes to put it.

Not exactly something I’m comfortable with, but when you end up fighting in a Class II Fracture and killing various Class II demons while at Class I, word tends to get around.

Or at least, that’s what Belle says. The girl’s been rather incessantly bothering me ever since we had the adoption talk. And she is completely obsessed with the idea of taking me shopping to treat me like a dress up doll.

I shiver at the thought.

I’d rather be dead than wear a maid outfit, thank you very much. And whoever’s idea it was to put that in her thick skull should be knocked out and tossed in the dirtiest dumpster they’ve ever seen.

“A rather descriptive image,” Tar mutters, sounding amused.

Well, they deserve it. And for some odd reason, I feel as if it may have been either Denise’s or Artoria’s doing.

“Artoria? Why would my sister-” he pauses as he seems to remember something. “Oh. Right. You mentioned Belle had her own friend named Artoria?”

I nod my head right as I reach the table in the cafeteria and begin ordering food.

Both of those two are big on that anime stuff, and old world Japanese stuff in general. Which seemed to be rather big on maid outfits for some reason absolutely unknown to me.

Why would someone want to see a girl dressed up as a servant from older times anyways? It doesn’t make sense to me.

“Some people just have odd taste is all,” Tar says, and I can’t help but agree.

Then my food begins to arrive, making me absolutely love the fast speed of these chefs. Even if they’re kind of cheating by using magic. If you can call that cheating.