The Angelic System That Turned My Life Into Hell

Chapter 98: Teacher And Student

The streets were vivid. Dozens of people passed by them. The noise around them made it impossible to distinguish individual conversations.

And yet, just for this moment, Mika had the feeling that time and space stopped.

Everything in his vision and mind went blank.

Only the familiar silhouette and appearance remained engraved in his eyes.

Baffled, he tried to search for the right words.

"Ophelia..."

The addressed person walked over to Mika. The clicking of her black heels echoed.

Her shoulder-length purple hair swayed with every step forward. The mouth was shaped like a crescent and her yellow glittering eyes made Mika unable to look away.

She raised her hand and moved it to Mika’s forehead.

"As long as as we’re in the public, it’s Ms. Ross, you hear me?" she said, flicking her finger on his forehead.

"Ow...!"

The pain snapped him back from his tunnel vision.

He rubbed his forehead slightly.

"So this isn’t a dream, huh?" he scoffed silently.

"No, it isn’t." she replied gently.

She, who was supposed to recover in Rostanta, was standing in front of him.

She, who was not sure when she would return, was talking to him right now.

She, Ophelia Ross - Ophelia Rostanta - was back.

"I see... I see..."

He flashed her a smile.

"Welcome back to Loogam, Ms. Ross!"

Their reunion happened faster than the two anticipated.

"..."

"..."

The two stared passionately into each others’ eyes until they realized that they were in the middle of the capital’s main street.

"H-how about walking back to the arena...? Sylvia’s match i-is about to start..." Mika suggested nervously.

"S-sure..." Ophelia replied, feeling a little embarrassed by the teasing stares they received from the people.

Thus, the two headed back.

It was silent between them.

They were either too embarrassed to say something or unsure how to start the conversation.

Mika glanced from time to time at Ophelia, who wore a long white skirt and a sleeveless beige blouse.

"A-are you better now...?" Mika stuttered.

"..."

Ophelia’s eyes narrowed a bit.

"I’ve made a lot of progress, but I’m still not there where I want to be." she answered, smiling faintly.

Mika never asked her, what her circumstances were and what the reason was for her to stay behind in Rostanta.

Overall, he did not know much about her.

He could only tilt his head.

"Well, as you can see, I’m now allowed to go outside alone. And if everything goes according to plan, I may be able to return to work starting next term." she added, facing Mika.

"Really?"

Like a child, Mika’s expression brightened up.

"Yes. I will be the black class’ teacher again." she repeated herself.

"Ah. Speaking of the black class." she added immediately.

Her smile turned into her usual smug smirk.

"I heard from Ms. Werensten that there was an incident between the classes and that especially you caused quite a spectacle."

"I-I don’t know what you’re trying to say..." Mika responded sheepishly, turning his face away from her.

Mika had the feeling that she was going to either mock or lecture him.

"She recently sent a letter to me, informing me about the academy’s state during my absence. I was pretty surprised, you know? I mean, it was the first time that I heard of a black class fighting back against the upper classes. On top of that, a black class student went head-to-head with the disciplinary committee." she stated, teasing Mika.

"So, how was it? Being imprisoned?" she added, nudging his side with her elbow.

"I-it was fine..."

There was no reason to lie. After all, her source was Cindy Werensten, a teacher.

"Hmm~ Is that so~?"

She leaned closer to him.

"You sure are breaking loose, hm? Is it because I’m not here?"

"..."

Mika hesitated to answer as he was taken aback by their physical distance, which was almost nonexistent.

"Just kidding."

Ophelia backed off.

"I’m sure you got your own reasons." she said carefreely.

"It’s the system." Mika answered shyly.

"Hm?"

She was slightly surprised when he started to open up.

"All the time, I had to hide those powers because it told me to. However, since the battle at the Deserted Fortress, it said to me that there was no need to keep it secret anymore." he elaborated, heaving a sigh.

"I see..." she replied, still baffled.

It was meant to be a joke, but she did not expect him to answer that so openly.

"Is something, Ms. Ross?"

Mika noticed Ophelia staring at him.

"Huh? Oh, n-nothing!"

She quickly collected her composure again.

"B-by the way, I heard that you got another power-up after the mission." Ophelia stated.

"Power-up? Who told you that?" Mika wondered genuinely.

"Well, Olivia told me about your little match."

"Oh, your sister told you that, huh?"

"Yes, my sis- Wait! D-did she tell you...?!"

She started to become hysterical.

"Yes. Right after I woke up, I had a small talk with her. That’s when she revealed herself as your older sister." Mika replied calmly.

Ophelia sighed deeply.

"There goes my secret..."

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone."

"You better keep your word, or else, I will beat you up." she said with a threatening smirk.

However, Mika, too, smirked back.

"Are you sure that you want to challenge me? Let me tell you, I’m not the same anymore." he stated cockily.

"It seems like you also turned into an arrogant brat while I was away. But rest assured, I trained a lot. I will put you back in your place."

The two stared down each other until they began to chuckle.

Almost a month passed since they last saw each other.

Saying words like ’I missed you’, or the like, did not suit them. Rather, it was more their style to just talk to each other as if they just met yesterday.

As if nothing changed.

There was a sense of casualness around Mika and Ophelia as they talked about the things that happened while they did not see each other.

Mika explained the whole ordeal with the first-year classes, whereas Ophelia reminisced about all the sparring sessions she had with her sister.

Then, they arrived at the arena.

"Let’s meet later again, okay?" Mika suggested, waving his hand at her before he went to the standings.

"Where are you going?" Ophelia asked, genuinely confused.

"To my seat, of course."

He was with one foot on the stairs already while Ophelia was still below.

Inside the main entrance was a crossroad.

On the south side, there was the entrance. On the north, the stairs, leading to the seats. In addition to those, there were paths to the west and the east.

Following those paths led to the other stairs meant for the public.

However, between the public stairs were also stairs, which were guarded.

Those were leading to the VIP lounge.

"We’re going to watch the match together, right?" Ophelia said, pointing with her thumb to the side.

"Don’t tell me that..."

"Now, come. The lounge is this way." she stated bluntly, turning her heels in the direction of the VIP lounge.

"..."

Mika gulped down his saliva as he nervously followed suit.

"M-Ms. Ross, you’re finally back! I was told that someone was wondering where you- Mika? What are you doing here? This is the VIP lounge, you know?" freewёbnoνel.com

Guarding the stairs was Lisa Vonder, the vice-president of the disciplinary committee.

"Oh, sorry. I guess, I caused everyone trouble." Ophelia remarked, sighing.

"And don’t worry about Mika, he’s accompanying me." she added, ascending the stairs.

"H-huh...?"

Flabbergasted, Lisa turned her head multiple times between Ophelia and Mika, who still did not get rid of his nervousness.

"Sorry..." he whispered when he passed by her.

There was an additional door for the lounge.

"So you know her, too? Makes sense, considering what you did to the committee."

"Why does it sound like I was the one in the wrong...?" Mika commented.

"Anyways, I don’t think I have to tell you that but behave yourself, okay?"

"I’m not a kid, you know?"

"Today, many royalties are attending this tournament. Behaving correctly in front of them goes without saying, however..."

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"You have already met her, but I still recommend you to watch out. I don’t know what you said or did to her, but she got quite interested in you..." Ophelia explained, exhaustedly.

She opened the door.

A luxurious and comfortable-looking room was revealed.

The red carpeted floor was soft, the chairs were big and of the highest quality, and the walls were decorated with paintings, which seemed exaggerated to Mika as this whole arena was built just for the tournament week.

"I’m back."

"Jeez, tell me when you’re going out next time."

A woman was sitting in one of those chairs, watching the match from the wall-sized glass window.

Said woman stood up from her seat.

"Geh..."

Mika was taken aback in an annoyed sense.

He recognized not only the voice but also the purple head, which emerged from the chair.

The long hair swayed as the woman turned around.

Her expression remained unfazed.

"Hm? You’re that boy..."

Mika prostrated on the spot.

He forced a straight expression on his face.

She was one of the people, he could not handle.

"Pardon my intrusion, your highness."

Olivia Rostanta.