The flames forming a protective shield and a wall in between him and my mother were quickly trapped in ice and then shattered.
It was then that my mother unleashed her own flame power, bursting out of her hair. They were quickly able to extinguish all other flames and paint the whole school red.
She was glaring at him; her eyes had completely turned red as her body was slowly pumping itself up, becoming taller and more muscular, to the point it ripped some of her clothes.
Shit, she's pissed now.
Rarely did I see her in that state, but usually whenever someone pissed her off to that extent, they wouldn't—
"To what—" Before he could finish his sentence, my mother's hands had already pierced through his chest, holding his pulsating heart out of his chest.
"Give me a valid reason why I shouldn't obliterate you at this instant." She said while lifting him off the ground.
"I will take better care of your son. Is that what you want to hear from—" I saw a dark fluid slowly invade his body.
Elena ran inside, followed by her entourage of maids, while my mother stayed outside to deal with that man.
The composed man with his unscrupulous face then fell to the ground; my mother had tossed his body to the side, and before he could even react, she had cut off both of his arms. Both of his hands were holding some strange guns.
"Alright, alright, you win, I'll open the—" And just like that, his head fell to the ground and rolled towards her.
Strangely enough, no blood was spilling from his wounds.
She then said something to him, but I couldn't hear it. Whatever it was, it shocked the principal, as his eyes widened in flabbergastation.
The principal's body slowly dissolved into extremely thin threads that quickly decomposed his body and reformed it attached to the head lying on the floor.
"You don't scare me." He uttered back at her.
Woah, you were barely able to face her; now you challenge her? What's wrong with you?
"Guys? What are you staring at? Why didn't you help me when I was—" Lyjah had just escaped from the room; he was still recovering from having inhaled too much of that smoke when he suddenly turned his head to the entrance.
I was horrified, but at the same time, I couldn't keep my eyes off that scene. The body of the principal then began excreting all of its blood out of its skin, covering the glass entrance of the school along with every other nearby window.
This… I've… I've had enough for today; let's just return back to the classroom.
"I think we should go now; otherwise, we might miss our first class." I proposed to the others. I believed they were still horrified by what they just had witnessed, but when I looked into their eyes, I saw nothing but admiration.
Ugh! No way they are sane after watching all that blood spill out; I can already feel my stomach tying knots in my belly.
"Hic!" Suddenly I began to hiccup.
The day couldn't get any worse.
"Come on, Ron, let's go. We're really going to be late if we stay here." I said as I tugged him to drag him away. He ignored me, so I left them there and headed towards the elevator.
As I headed towards the elevator, I saw the cat-like maid rushing down the flight of stairs, skillfully avoiding the half-asleep students by jumping and running on the walls, and then when she landed on all fours, she began sniffing the air to catch a whiff of my scent, and as soon as she located it, she rushed towards me.
"Young master, we've got to hurry! I sensed a dangerous presence approaching the school!" She was visibly concerned, constantly looking around in search of the source of the threat.
"Ah, that… That was my mother; there's nothing to worry about. She was dealing with the—Hic! What I—Hic! Ugh, this shit fucking hurts!" I complained as the attack of hiccups grew stronger over time.
This doesn't make sense. Why does this hurt me but not getting punched in the face? If someone stole my pain sensitivity? Why not take it all like it happened to Father?
I saw all the worries and fears in her face melt away; it all washed off her face, leaving behind a large sigh of relief.
When the elevator arrived, I saw my mother coming out from the reception, headed straight towards me, walking with her usual stoic expression. I couldn't quite read it.
Whatever, go enjoy your happy life with your new daughter. I have nothing to say to you; I won't thank you either.
And with that I pressed the button to close the elevator's doors.
"Young master…"
"I don't want to hear it, just… Just smile, keep smiling, and stay quiet; I don't want anything else now." I responded before she could utter another word.
My nose was still bleeding, not as much as before, thankfully. It made strange sounds whenever I tried to fix it. My face had already begun to swell, and it felt uncomfortable.
When I got back in the class, there I found the teacher, a tall Black man, completely bald, on the chubbier side. As for his uniform, he had a similar white uniform. It had a bunch of red lines on the side, next to his shoulders, on his sides, and on his legs. He wore red gloves, and he had a special badge with his name printed on it.
He was understandably pissed, nervously tapping his feet on the ground. With the projector on, the class turned on, waiting alone in that empty classroom.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, sir. After I got injured, I headed to the principal to see if he could open the infirmary for me real quick, but… as you can see, it wasn't possible." I said immediately, bowing down.
"What about the others?" He asked in return; he seemed satisfied with my explanation, although he was still a bit irritated.
"They accompanied me downstairs and remained there watching the principal square up to my mother." I responded. Short and concise, as I didn't want to expand further on that topic.
The classroom was almost an empty bar for a couple of people sitting on the back of the classroom: a smug-looking, long-haired fella with blonde hair, intently looking at the screen installed within the desk, and a girl.
She had light brown hair and blue eyes. She had a round face and was currently looking at the window next to her.
"H-hold on, can you repeat what you just said?" The teacher asked me, but I ignored him. I chose the table nearest to the door and sat there waiting for the lesson to start.
The incredulous teacher then peeked his head out of the class door; seeing as the other two students weren't coming, he started his lesson about history.
It was the same old story: he made the smug-looking student stand up and resume what they had studied and what they knew. It was just the usual: war, people dying, people getting sick, kings or emperors getting betrayed, people revolting, and whatnot.
As the student was narrating the events with the exact dates, the teacher was showing many paintings representing what he was talking about through the projector.
How boring… Do I really have to study this? Isn't there any way to skip this? I'm sure there has to be a way to cheat here, right?
I glanced at my maid; she was happily listening to some music with some headphones specifically designed for her special cat-like ears, nodding her head to the beat, with eyes closed.
Then I glanced at the table; the home screen of the display was mostly blue. In there were the many materials we needed to use to study, all registered as different apps. There was even a browser application, but when I tried to tap it with my right index finger, I received a notification that I hadn't been granted permission to open the app.
Ah.
So I glanced over at the professor, who looked at me with disappointment, shaking his head in disapproval.
Whatever.
I tried to lean backward and start rocking the chair, but it seemed glued to the floor, even though earlier I was able to move it effortlessly in order to sit down.
What's with this? This is all so boring, so annoying. I thought this place would've been miles better than this.
Then a new notification appeared on the screen.
"It's boring, isn't it?"
I tapped on the notification to inspect who had just sent me the message and how, since all the apps were locked for one reason or another.