Ouch...

I think I just bumped into the window...

Hey, Emile, we bumped into the window, right!? Like in those cliché youth novels, where the male lead accidentally breaks a window while playing baseball, just like we broke the school window, right!? Although I don't know why I compared myself to a baseball, but...

Ouch... It hurts all over...

I massage my temples with my left hand and support my upper body with my right hand on the ground.

Hmm, the feel of the ground is good.

...It seems to be convex?

Well, well, that's impossible. The ground can't be convex, right?

I pat my cheeks with my left hand, rub my eyes, and try to see clearly what's in front of me—

Hmm, the ground is indeed convex.

Ah, wait...

I let out a sigh of relief and somewhat disappointedly say—

"...What a joke, it's Emile... Well, although it seems flat, there's still some feel to it..."

Huh... Why am I calmly analyzing the feeling of Emile's chest?

"Why are you calmly analyzing the feeling of my chest!?"

Sorry, I don't know...

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"Well, overall, this is our new teacher, Amy-chan, and new student, Molly Ann. Although they're late, let's still welcome them warmly, okay? Well, although they're late."

Why repeat "late" twice...

"Alright, our opening ceremony is officially over. Although these two people on the stage are late, let's not isolate them, okay? Well, although they're late..."

So why repeat it twice? With the previous ones, that's four times already...

Headmistress Damia, with a smile blossoming on her face, pulls the two of us back, and the curtain at the front desk slowly closes.

After the curtain is completely closed, Damia's originally bright flower-like smile turns into a brilliant carnivorous plant-like smile—

"By the way, the time you entered my sight was exactly thirty-two centiseconds later than the time we agreed on, poor Amy-chan. Are you ready?"

Thirty-two centiseconds, isn't that a bit too precise? Can someone actually be that precise to the unit after a second...

Hearing Damia's words, Emile arrogantly puts her hands on her waist—

"Heh, if you dare, then come, Damia. Emile is no longer the ordinary Emile from before. I now have something I need to protect, and your tricks won't affect me anymore! Yes, I'm now a faithful Emile."

A faithful Emile, huh... Not good, it sounds cool. Can I kick you from behind and ruin that impression...

Damia bites her lower lip, lightly tapping her cheek with her fingertips, showing an evil expression.

"Eh? Is that true? Then it's fine for me to show this lovely lady by your side the image of young Amy-chan, right? Hey, it's fine, right? Crying because of bugs at the age of four, being struck by lightning at the age of seven, at the age of eleven..."

Don't talk to me intermittently like that, it's easy to get interrupted, you know...

"Ah, shut up! Lady Damia! Sister Damia! I understand, hurry up and make me unfortunate!"

See, interrupted again...

By the way, the great and arrogant Lord Emile obediently submits, huh...

Also, now we can't continue the previous topic, right? I'm actually quite interested in Emile's dark history.

As if hearing my words, the stargazing prophet Damia puts her hands together, smiling and looking at me—

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to you in detail when there's a chance."

"Oh, please do."

I cover Emile's mouth and nod in agreement.