Chapter 10: The Problem Class
“Hey, come over here.”
The headmistress beckoned to Yier Meng.
Fine.
One way or another, it was her fault. Yier Meng had no choice but to meekly approach.
She stood somewhat awkwardly by the desk, her arms crossed self-consciously.
“A little closer.”
The headmistress beckoned to her again.
Seeing the headmistress’s amiable and friendly expression, Yier Meng actually felt quite conflicted. She remembered her student, Asier, teaching her that when a boy does something wrong, the gentler a girl acts, the more terrifying her true feelings are. Asier had taught her this back when she was trying to curry favor with a high-ranking demon, who had then betrothed his daughter to her as a fiancée.
“Oh.”
Nevertheless, Yier Meng complied, moving a little closer.
Poof.
The moment she got near, the headmistress shifted slightly and, with a gentle pull, drew Yier Meng into her deep, sea-like bosom, producing a soft, rustling sound.
The embrace, however, was fleeting.
After leaving Yier Meng with a beet-red face, the headmistress quickly let her go.
“Coming to my office today, and with such an adorable appearance… you must be the one Her Majesty the Pope mentioned. The new Saintess, Lady Yier Meng Aili Shengguang, correct?”
It seemed her status in this country was quite high. Although she spoke of Her Majesty the Pope with great respect, she regarded this “Lady Saintess” with the gaze one might reserve for a cute little pet.
Alright, so it looks like I really am the Saintess.
Yier Meng had to admit that in her current small, petite form, she possessed very little intimidating presence.
“Yes, I am Yier Meng Aili Shengguang. I’ve come to your esteemed academy to complete the final onboarding procedures.”
“Onboarding procedures?”
Hearing this term, the headmistress seemed surprised.
“Wait a moment. My understanding was that Her Majesty the Pope was simply sending you over to pick a class you’d like to teach. The onboarding procedures were completed long ago.”
Great, another huge misunderstanding.
Still, being able to pick her own class wasn’t bad.
Yier Meng decided not to dwell on it. This was the Holy Light Academy, a place where the word of the Holy Light Kingdom’s Pope was law. For now, she would just be an obedient teacher here.
“In that case, I would like to be in the elven princess’s class.”
“You mean the class of that aloof princess, Elise Xiliasi Kairamez?”
The headmistress’s gaze was a bit strange.
It seemed there was something wrong with that class.
“Is there a problem with it?”
“If I recall what Her Majesty the Pope said, Your Ladyship the Saintess came from a remote area, correct? Raised on a holy mountain, constantly bathed in Holy Light. So, it’s quite normal for you to be unfamiliar with the systems of a school like this.”
The headmistress adjusted her glasses.
“Well, how should I put it… In the Holy Light Kingdom, non-human races are generally placed in their own separate classes. Class 2-1 is actually a notoriously problematic class. It’s filled with either the kingdom’s geniuses or the geniuses of other races. In short, Class 1 of every year level is a class that gives every teacher an immense headache.”
The implication was clear: she wanted Yier Meng to back down and choose another class.
She understood that this was likely a well-intentioned gesture from the headmistress, but as a teacher, she had her own principles to uphold.
So, Yier Meng stubbornly insisted, “Class 2-1. That’s the one I want.”
The class of problem children.
To be honest, Yier Meng was actually looking forward to it.
After all, she was a demon. If this was a class of problem children, then she, their teacher, would surely go down in human history as a problem teacher of epic proportions.
And since it was a problem class, couldn’t she torment them however she pleased? It wouldn’t be called “trampling the budding flowers of the motherland,” but rather, “reforming them from their wicked ways.”
As she thought this, Yier Meng’s gaze gradually turned sinister.
