Chapter 8: Gratitude Received
But thinking about it calmly, given her student Asier’s personality, there seemed to be nothing out of place about making her the Saintess.
Besides, in the image crystal, Asier’s attire was that of the Pope. A Pope appointing someone to be the Saintess—shouldn’t that be perfectly normal?
The most urgent task at hand was, surely, curing the sickness.
After thinking it over, Yier Meng decided not to dwell on it. Saintess, so be it. Asier would explain everything when she returned from her business anyway. And perhaps it was just the Third Princess of the Elven Kingdom who had gotten it wrong.
She’s an elf, right? Much like how I’m a demon. We’re both non-humans, so what could she possibly understand about human affairs?
“Alright, you should head back to the student dormitories for today. I’ll go find you there directly later.”
Having said what needed to be said, it was time for Yier Meng to get to her own business.
Although Asier had told her that arrangements for her teaching position were already made, she still had to complete the official procedures herself. Lingering here wasn’t going to solve anything.
Seeing that Yier Meng was about to leave, the elf girl, Elise, nodded. “Thank you, Teacher Yier Meng. I already feel much better. Or rather, now that I’ve shared this secret and have someone to bear it with me, I’ve never felt this good before.”
She then performed a unique elven courtesy, placing her right hand over her heart and giving a slight bow. Her moist eyes, filled with emotion, were fixed tightly on Yier Meng, as if she wanted to etch this person’s appearance into her memory, to remember her in the depths of her heart forever.
Finally, she gave Yier Meng one last, slightly complex look, pulled her skirt back on, put on a pair of safety shorts, drew open the curtains, and leaped out of the window.
All that was left behind was the girl’s dormitory number, displayed in the air through spiritual script with a solemn and devout earnestness.
Holy Light Dormitory 1, Room A7201.
“Dormitory 1 should be for the top classes of each year, I imagine. But the 7th floor is a bit high. I’d better remember room 201 clearly, lest I go into the wrong one later and cause a scene.”
Muttering to herself, a smile appeared on Yier Meng’s face.
It seemed the matter had been resolved in the best possible way. Her teaching career, then, would begin from this moment.
“Ah, the headmaster… I wonder if they’ll be a beauty, or some old crone or geezer.”
She mumbled a few random thoughts.
Walking to the door of the empty classroom, Yier Meng’s hand once again grasped the handle. With a counter-clockwise twist—remembering to place the rod into her storage space—she opened the door and walked out.
The corridor outside was somewhat antiquated; the building appeared to have some age to it. Since it was constructed mostly of wood, it lacked the splendor of the grand, cathedral-like assembly hall.
However, this architectural style had a way of calming one’s mind, making it a very suitable place for study.
“Human aesthetics are quite good, actually.”
Yier Meng thought about the place where she would be teaching in the future as she walked, even making some unconscious comparisons.
The only thing here that seemed ostentatious without substance, she mused, was the red velvet carpet laid out all along the path.
But the students here were the descendants of nobles, equivalent in status to the children of high-ranking demons. There would also be royalty from races allied with the Holy Light Kingdom. A few things were needed to display the dignity of their identity and the pride of their station, I suppose.
Comparing it, Yier Meng felt that her Yeling Empire was indeed unsuitable for a school. Demons, for the most part, lacked such concepts. Strength was paramount, and the gap in individual talent was immense. It was possible for one generation to have only a single, incredibly powerful child, just as it was possible for another to have countless children, with not a single one of them being remarkable.
