Chapter 79
“Just… because I wanted to come.”
“Did Uncle tell you to?”
“Yeah.”
…Uncle really is ridiculously obsessed with his kids.
“Let’s go, Grace.”
“Not that way! It’s this way, you frozen caveman!”
“I know.”
“Know what?! You always get lost!”
“Even if I know the way, it’s still better than you, who causes trouble everywhere you go.”
“What did you say?!”
“Both of you, shut it. I’m going ahead.”
“Ah! Grace, wait for me!”
—
‘…Now I’m alone.’
As Ceres entered the academy, she felt a strange mix of emotions.
It brought back memories.
‘Back then, we were always together, the three of us.’
Who would have thought she’d be walking these halls alone again?
‘Studying again at this age, huh.’
That damn Antonion. Where did he learn to blackmail like that?
He pressured her by asking what she’d do if he dropped out too—she had no choice but to agree.
She couldn’t bear to just sit by and watch her younger brother give up on his studies.
‘It was Class C, right?’
Second-year, Class C. That was the class Ceres belonged to.
The academy was divided into three sections.
The elementary building where Yulia attended.
The middle school building where Antonion studied.
And now, the high school building she was entering.
<2-C>
Stopping in front of the classroom door, Ceres let out a short sigh.
Judging from the noise inside, most students had already arrived.
Click.
“Huh?”
“Hey, over there…”
“…….”
The noisy classroom suddenly went completely silent, like someone had flipped a switch.
All eyes turned to Ceres, who had just opened the door and stepped in.
Glancing indifferently at the students, Ceres scanned the classroom briefly.
Could she just sit anywhere there was an open seat?
‘What a mood, seriously…’
As Ceres picked a random spot and sat down, not a single student spoke.
She lightly clicked her tongue internally.
It felt like she was some actor who had just stepped onto a stage.
All their eyes were filled with curiosity, like they were eager to see what she’d do next.
‘Well, none of my business.’
Ignoring the kids who couldn’t tear their eyes off her, Ceres laid her head down on the desk.
It’s not like she came here to study hard anyway.
‘I couldn’t sleep last night.’
So sleepy.
‘Yaaawn.’
Just like in the past and now too—sleeping in class really is the best.
“…What is she doing?”
“Wait, is she seriously sleeping?”
“…Hah.”
The strange atmosphere in the classroom instantly turned noisy again. Everyone looked baffled at Ceres, who had just laid her head down to sleep.
Click.
A few moments later, the classroom door swung open, and several students walked in.
With their entrance, silence returned once more.
“She really came?”
“See? I told you she’d come today.”
“Ha!”
Those who immediately recognized Ceres, dozing off in the center of the classroom, walked straight toward her.
“Hey, what are you doing right now?”
“Get up, Ceres Drow. We’re here. We said we’re here!”
“Are you seriously ignoring us right now?”
“No way.”
Surrounding Ceres, who still didn’t react while lying on her desk, the group stared at her in disbelief.
Had she gone deaf while they weren’t looking?
“…….”
The boy standing at the front of the group silently observed her for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the pen lying on the desk beside her.
Then he swung it straight down at her with all his strength.
Aimed at the arm resting on top of the desk!
Whoosh!
“Huh…?”
But the next moment, the boy couldn’t help but freeze.
The pen he had just been holding had vanished without a trace.
“What… the hell are you doing?”
“…!”
Surprisingly, the one holding the pen was none other than Ceres.
They hadn’t even seen her get up—when had she moved?
“Haa……”
Ceres let out a small breath, unclear whether it was a sigh or a laugh, and gazed intently at the pen in her hand.
“A pen, huh……”
Ceres took a step toward the male student who had just tried to attack her.
Flinch.
Fake, instinctively recoiling from the strange pressure, felt rattled inside.
‘W-why is this happening?’
Why was he flinching at Ceres, of all people?
“You were trying to stab me with this pen just now, right? Oh come on, no way, right?”
“You…!”
“Answer.”
Flinch.
Fake flinched again at Ceres’ low voice, clenching his teeth in frustration as his face flushed red.
Fake then raised his hand.
He hadn’t kept her in check for a while, and now she was acting all bold?
“You crazy bi—”
Whoosh!
“…!”
But Fake froze again in that raised posture.
He was staring at the pen tip, halted right in front of his eyes.
“My hobby is collecting eyeballs.”
“W-what?!”
There wasn’t the slightest tremble in the hand holding the pen.
If anything, Fake was the one trembling so much he couldn’t even breathe properly, afraid the pen might jab into his eye.
“There’s no tool better than a pen for gouging out eyes.”
“Y-you…!”
Ceres’ tone was so calm that it made it even more chilling.
After a brief pause—
“Be glad your eyes aren’t pretty.”
Ceres clicked her tongue lightly at Fake’s now blood-drained face and stepped back.
Thud.
Finally, Fake’s legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor.
But no one around even thought to check on him.
Everyone was simply frozen with their mouths agape at the unexpected situation.
Ceres, unconcerned with any of it, returned to her seat, lay down again, and tried to sleep.
‘Is she…’
‘Going back to sleep like that?’
‘…Hah.’
The classroom went deathly quiet again.
Everyone present stared blankly at Ceres, unable to look away.
—
“Unbelievable.”
Ceres could already tell in just one day how this body’s original owner had been treated at the academy.
‘So this is what they call a pushover?’
She had sensed it from the chilly atmosphere when she first entered the class.
No one even greeted her after her long absence.
That alone told the whole story.
Listening in on the whispers between students confirmed it—she had been a total pushover.
Doing other people’s homework, being a punching bag…
‘This world, seriously…’
When did being kind become equal to being a doormat?
Ceres let out a hollow chuckle.
‘Still, I didn’t expect to get attacked on the first day.’
Back when she attended the academy as Grace, the students had been quite decent.
‘Maybe that’s just relative. Grace, you were so vicious that everyone else seemed nice by comparison.’
‘Alti, you weren’t much better yourself.’
This time, it wasn’t her disciple Enoch, but Arthia’s voice that she seemed to hear laughing in her head.
Ceres sighed.
‘Even with that aunt of yours, you lived like a complete pushover…’
Apparently, it wasn’t much different inside the academy either.
She had hidden it so well that even Antonion had no idea.
‘No wonder he kept insisting I return to the academy.’
Well, at least things will be quiet for a while now.
Ceres subtly turned her head.
The guy named Fake, whom she locked eyes with, flinched and quickly looked away.
‘So he’s the main bully?’
Fake. She didn’t even know his family name.
Apparently, he was from a well-known noble family.
And somewhere along the way, he had decided to make Ceres his personal target.
She still wasn’t sure why she was picked.
‘Kids like him really are the worst.’
They act out recklessly, not knowing fear.
They run wild without the slightest sense of consequences.
“Ahem!”
When Ceres continued staring without looking away, Fake grew increasingly flustered.
He couldn’t even meet her gaze and coughed awkwardly in confusion.
Watching that just made the current situation even more pathetic.
‘Ceres, oh Ceres…’
What kind of life had you lived?
Did you know that guy trembles just from a pen being near his eye?
‘Oh come on, you were the one who scared him like you were actually going to gouge it out.’
‘Shut up.’
Ever since she entered the academy, she kept hearing Arthia’s voice.
‘But Grace, do you remember this?’
Remember what?
‘Our treasure box.’
“…Ah.”
At that sudden memory, Ceres couldn’t help but let out a small exclamation.
‘I wonder if it’s still there?’
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