Chapter 25: Adding Fuel to the Fire
It seemed the students of Class 2-1 had not come here of their own free will.
But as for high-ranking demons being unable to enter the divine temple… Yier Meng knew that was absolute nonsense. After all, she, Yier Meng, had woken up in a church of the Papal Court.
“I understand.”
Yier Meng nodded. “Thank you very much, student Wendymia. Here, have some water to soothe your throat.”
As she spoke, Yier Meng thoughtfully took a leather waterskin from her storage space. She carefully unscrewed the cap, fanned her hand over the opening for a moment, and only after detecting no unusual smells did she hand it to Wendymia with confidence.
“Ah, I should be the one thanking you, Teacher.”
Wendymia happily accepted the waterskin. Her spirit was already exhausted, so she drank from it with cheerful abandon.
As for why Yier Meng had sniffed it first, it was because a high-ranking demon’s perception of poisons is exceptionally keen. This storage space was something she had only possessed since waking up—a storage ring worn on her pinky finger. Necessary vigilance was something she could not afford to lack. This was especially true for someone who had already been killed once and come back to life; Yier Meng was now far more cautious and attentive to such matters than before.
And after listening to everything Wendymia had said, even a fool would have understood the cause of the situation.
“Go on, drink up. I have more here if that’s not enough.”
Yier Meng said this as she produced another waterskin in the same manner, unscrewing the cap, sniffing it, and preparing to hand it over to Wendymia.
However, having taken several large gulps, Wendymia was clearly satisfied. She waved her hand and politely declined the second waterskin.
“No, thank you, Teacher. I’ve had enough.”
Compared to her frightened state just moments ago, Wendymia’s cute little face had gradually regained its rosy color. This time, however, the blush might have been because of Yier Meng herself.
Seeing Wendymia refuse the waterskin, Yier Meng didn’t insist, returning it to her storage space. Now she finally understood why no one was willing to be the teacher for this class. Unlike her, the former sovereign of the Yeling Empire, the other teachers were more or less aware of the situation in Class 2-1. The existence of this class was equivalent to a ticking time bomb, the kind that could go off at any moment.
And another layer of meaning in Wendymia’s words was that Yier Meng was the only teacher for Class 2-1, which naturally made her their homeroom teacher as well.
So that woman, Geya, really doesn’t speak the truth.
Even when Yier Meng had chosen to be the teacher for Class 2-1, the headmistress had only offered a token attempt at dissuading her. Thinking back on it now, it felt less like dissuasion and more like she was adding fuel to the fire.
Perhaps this was also Asier’s purpose in making her a teacher. The Pope herself couldn’t come here personally, but if so many ticking time bombs were left unsupervised, it was only a matter of time before something happened.
But perhaps Yier Meng was being a bit too attentive to Wendymia, which displeased a certain ice dragon princess. Eirya glared at Yier Meng, her words sharp and unforgiving. “Hmph. What do you mean, ‘came here to escape’? That sounds awful.”
That’s right, Wendymia’s words had been refuted.
The ice dragon princess let out a cold, mocking remark, likely because she couldn’t stand seeing Yier Meng listen only to Wendymia. She swept her cold gaze over them, but the reason these revelations had come from Wendymia’s mouth and not Eirya’s—who was far more worldly than Elise, the elf who paid little attention to such matters—was also very simple.
