Free Web NovelTo make a good impression on her colleagues on her first day, and to ensure her future work in Fengxiang Town would proceed smoothly, Vieya dressed neatly and left the house early.
First day on the job — I absolutely can’t be late.
Recalia Magic Academy, 9:30 a.m.
The students who heard that the “Holy Sword’s Swordmaster” was coming to serve as the new dean had gathered early at the academy gates. Their enthusiasm was explosive — especially after they saw the incoming dean walking down the welcome avenue: a beautiful, adorable, calm-looking white-haired little girl. Their praise overflowed endlessly, so sugary it was almost nauseating.
If the gate guards and the few teachers without classes hadn’t been maintaining order, these reckless youngsters might’ve started a full-on riot.
“Do these students not have classes? Why are they all gathered here? Notify their teachers to drag them away!” the small division head with slicked-back hair stomped his shiny leather shoes on the ground with sharp pa-pa sounds. “Anyone without class—assign one! If the new dean arrives and sees us looking like a monkey den, how shameful is that?”
“Very shameful!”
Soon, teachers who acted as if discipline points were the wrath of heaven drove away more than half the crowd. Any remaining unclaimed students were immediately questioned — What year are you? Which class? Full name? ID number?
Household-registration interrogation was terrifyingly effective. Within ten minutes, the dense crowd mostly scattered.
Vieya, hiding behind sunglasses, finally relaxed. When she’d been a Hero, plenty of people welcomed her upon victory, giving her flower garlands and fruit baskets... but they at least had restraint. Nothing as rabid as this.
Could it be they prefer my current form to the tall, heroic Hero? Hmph. A bunch of loli-con degenerates. Not worth saving.
Vieya scoffed inwardly and stepped toward the academy gate, immediately seeing several staff members who had gathered specifically to receive her.
She raised an eyebrow, removed her sunglasses, and said calmly:
“Stop staring. I’m your new dean. Strange — you don’t send a carriage to pick up a new dean from her home? Made me walk for half an hour.”
“Ah? Ah!!” The reception director stared at the tiny dean, snapping back to his senses. His once-straight back somehow slouched as he mumbled, “Orders from above, saying you prefer to stay low-key... not to spend money... everything should be kept simple.”
Keep everything simple... Did I ever say that?
Whatever. She wasn’t here for luxury. She was here to uproot any remaining Ghost moles hiding inside the town and seize full control. She didn’t want another Youze appearing behind her next time.
Simple? Fine. She wasn’t in the mood for ceremony.
Vieya pressed her lips together and nodded. “Then let’s proceed normally. Where’s my office? Take me there. And find a teacher with nothing to do to show me around the academy.”
A hands-on type...?
The reception director, nervous because of her appearance, suddenly relaxed a little. Maybe the academy’s future won’t be so bad after all...
Of course, he had no idea the academy’s higher-ups had zero intention of letting the new dean actually participate in academy affairs.
Vieya put her sunglasses back on and followed him toward the dean’s office.
Curious, she observed her daughter’s place of study.
She had heard that the academy divided students into four houses — Eagle, Snake, Wolf, and Bear.
Naturally, Jasmine was in Eagle House. Otherwise she wouldn’t have randomly declared that grand vow to the slime mom that day.
Thinking this, Vieya withdrew her gaze. She hadn’t told Jasmine she was coming here as dean, so she didn’t know what kind of reaction Jasmine would have when she heard the news.
Happiness? Panic? ...Or some complicated mix?
Vieya couldn’t guess, but she was looking forward to it.
As for whether the academy still had Ghost moles hiding within... she was almost certain it did. Youze had wormed his way into becoming Honorary Dean and had privately been close with the former dean. No way that organization left only one piece here.
The authorities claimed they had screened the entire academy. But Vieya didn’t trust them.
Trust them? She’d sooner believe she was Qin Shi Huang.
Just a few days ago, the Talin City side had invited her back for a commendation ceremony — all sorts of praise and flowery speeches, so over the top that she almost believed she was still the savior-player of old.
But who knew how much of it was sincere, and how much was performative flattery? Probably even more deceptive than Flaviel’s mouth. After all, as someone once said — the prettier the woman, the better the liar...
No, she had to interrogate Flaviel tonight. Ask whether she’d lied about anything else. As for interrogation methods... perhaps pouring liquid time on her stomach and letting her lick it clean—
Uh... but dragon tongues have barbs, don’t they? Would that hurt...?
Just as Vieya was drifting into questionable trains of thought, a commotion sounded ahead.
“Stop right there, little miss! The new dean just arrived and isn’t seeing anyone! No autographs! Get back to class!”
“I’m not here for an autograph!”
“Sorry, please return to class—”
The noisy voices came from around the stairway corner.
The reception director and several burly guards exchanged looks, their attention drawn upward. Vieya, behind them, paused her thoughts and looked curiously toward the source of the commotion.
Moments later—
A staff member in uniform was shoved aside, stumbling into view.
A girl in a mage’s uniform, white scarf around her neck, pushed past him. She looked adorable and pretty — but her aura was that of an impulsive troublemaker.
“Hello, uncles! May I ask where the new dean is?”
The girl blinked up at the line of burly guards — turning instantly polite.
But what she didn’t expect was that the guards all stepped aside.
Revealing Vieya behind them.
The moment the girl saw Vieya, she froze.
“......”
Vieya immediately recognized her. Half a month ago, this girl had gone into the dungeon with Jasmine — the same one who had rammed her face-first into Vieya’s chest.
Rorina.
She never expected their second meeting would be like this.
So, what business did this girl have with the new dean she’d been demanding to see?
Judging from her stunned reaction, she clearly didn’t know Vieya was the dean. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Holding her curiosity, Vieya casually asked:
“I am the new dean. What do you need from me?”
