Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

The wound I held down with a handkerchief, I can't stop bleeding inside. Apparently, the wound didn't just open, it tore deeper. Unstoppable blood and twitchy pain turn the pity I had earlier into a gradual boiling rage.

"Really, that woman doesn't do a lot of things!

Proceed to the classroom again with your stopped legs, feeling pity and frustration mixed together.

I really want to go straight to the infirmary, but then I'll miss introducing myself to her transfer in the morning HR. She rolls into my class as a transfer student, and there's another commotion going on with me.

As far as I'm concerned, having borne my fate as a hater, this is something I can't miss.

By the time I got to class, I had managed to seep through the wound blood as well.

First, he lowered his sleeve and opened the classroom door as if nothing had happened. Although the teacher in charge doesn't seem to be here yet, my classmates are already courteously seated in their seats, and everyone's gaze pours on me for entering the classroom late.

I wonder who...

A transfer student? Isn't that cute!

No, wait, that hair color could be...

Speaking of which, someone said a transfer student was coming...

My classmates whisper as they look at me in a whisper.

You hear the word transfer student and there's no way I'm a transfer student!! and suppress the desire to yell.

Now I can only put up with it because I know how everyone behaves the third time. But at the same time, I reasserted how unfamiliar I was with this class and pretended not to notice my chest ache again. Oh, I wonder if my arm wound has opened again.

"Good day, everyone"

As long as I haven't heard a whisper, I smile and head straight to my seat. As I approached my seat, the noise grew louder and louder, and now as I sat in my seat, it quieted back at once.... That's kind of funny.

As everyone's gaze pierces me, I move my notebooks and writing gear from my bag to my desk and get ready steadily.

By the end of all preparations, the door had just opened and the teacher had brought Esther into the classroom with his morning greeting.

But everyone's gaze doesn't go to the teacher, and he's still staring at me. The teacher looks at me strangely sitting in the center of that gaze. The teacher, who had been staring at me for a while, shook and hardened his body as if he realized something.

Once again, the classroom quiets back with the scene.

"Oh, you know, teacher?"

When Esther speaks strangely to the teacher, who has no indication of ever moving, the teacher goes up to the stage with a cough as if the gold bondage had melted.

"Oh, uh, hon. All of a sudden, I introduce the transfer student. She is Esther Monroe. You've all heard that the school is now about to welcome into the school those who do not own a noble class as part of their charity."

Everyone leans forward to the teacher who starts the conversation. Still, from time to time, I don't have the slightest glance at me.

What the teacher is saying is a rumor that is quite problematic in this school. There were quite a few complaints about this rumor from the nobles attending the school, and of course the students at the school were against it. But all of us thought that the rumor was that it would become aye free before it materialized.

Nor did I, Amelia, for the first time, of course think that would make sense. That's why I harassed her so much. I wanted to kick you out of school, from beside your fiancée.

"She is a student who was asked to be integrated into the school on an experimental basis for the purpose of that attempt. Everyone will have a lot to think about, but don't act embarrassed as a nobleman. That's it."

"So the child is a civilian?

At the moment the teacher's words broke, he reached his desk with momentum and stood up. I wonder if the timing is perfect.

"Oh, yeah, but Wellbellsley? Not to be prejudiced or discriminated against, but to fulfill my duty as a nobleman..."

My teacher calls my name in doubtful form for some reason, but I don't care if I do.

"Your words, Doctor, because of discrimination and prejudice, nobility's duty is fulfilled. By the way, I was collided from behind by her earlier, causing her to get hurt. Nonetheless, she didn't even make a formal apology. Before you forbid her to act shamefully as a nobleman, shouldn't you first teach her what a shame it is to be noble, no, as a person?

The whole classroom is taken aback by the chilling words that block the teacher's words and overflow without stopping from my mouth.

"Follow the township when you enter it. Isn't it strange that nobility suits civilians in a school for nobility that nobility attends? Neither do I like it and I don't want to degrade myself. But if the other person is a monkey, it's different. Leaving monkeys unattended at the school would make the very character of the school suspicious."

The teacher opens his mouth to say something from time to time, but he repeats the act of closing that mouth again to my furious momentum, at the edge of his sight. I'm sorry about the teacher, but let me ignore him.

"Being aristocratic to monkeys is a story of foundational impossibility. That's about it for me, I know. But let the monkeys teach and learn and pack their knowledge. That way, even wild monkeys can learn the rules of the human world and become monkeys who can live with people."

"... uh, I mean, what do you say, Wellbellsley?"

"I mean, I will do her a disgraceful deed as a nobleman. At least until she understands what it means to be noble and, in tow, to stand and behave in school. That's what it is!

When I close like that I shrug my chest back and walk out fluttering with the side hairs. I'd like to give you a full score for the first time in this villain who's also perfect for the draw. I even bothered to tell Esther I was a monkey, so the first... no, the second impression would be perfect.

Every time I walk, my classmates open their eyes and mouths and look up at me with a flashing face. I twist my neck again wondering if it would have been too much, like so much dong pulling, but I think it might have been like this the first time.

Well, the first time I yelled at you for being angry, I tried to tell you to pass it on properly this time... Either way, I give up thinking about this sooner rather than later.

Besides, you can blame the nethineties for citing evidence that you don't really understand at the end anyway, so if you declare that you will abuse them from the beginning, there will be no later struggles. I'll leave you with some grand evidence. My classmates would also distance themselves from me, who declared that they would defy the teacher head-on and do the serious deeds that are in the nobility.

We reach the classroom door and try to get out into the hallway. But before that, a teacher's voice was thrown from the quiet returning classroom.

"Duh, where are you going, Wellbellsley... lady"

"The wound caught in the wild monkey hurts, so I'm going to the infirmary."

Wrap your arms around it and show off the wounds caught by the cat in the morning now.

The wound began to purify in one of the previous cases, and the redness and swelling and the seeping of blood began, and I blush. You were surprised by the look on that face, rising from a student whose breathtaking voice was nearby. Looking at you, he dragged his rattle and chair away from me. What a rude guy.

Well, to be honest, Esther isn't the direct cause of this wound, but it's not what I found out. If you're a villain, as a villain, you're going to use everything you can to abuse her.

She also has the blame for the wound getting so bad in the first place, so it's probably not a mistake to be caught by a wild monkey. Yeah.

When I put my sleeve back, I also turn my back refreshingly on the classroom where I am taken aback, closing the door behind my back. Ignoring the impatient classroom, I walked out flat.

As a hater, I wonder if it's a good slip inside. With that in mind, I walk up the hallway leading to the infirmary in a good mood.

I'm sad that everyone hates me again, but I can't help it because I can't escape my fate. With that in mind, I recall.

The third time I talked to everyone to try to get along, but they reacted like they were in trouble. Besides, even if I recall the reaction of my classmates earlier, they didn't recognize me just because I cut my hair.

Oh? I didn't abuse Esther earlier, did I?

I don't know. Besides, I get to one possibility and blues.... could have been a mistake all along.

I've always thought that I hated her because I was abusing Esther and that was what happened to her as I continued to loop.

He said he was floating in his class because he couldn't get close to his beautiful and noble self. That's why I, too, didn't dare try to get close to them. In the third time I was able to get along with everyone, and so, yes, I didn't even consider that possibility fine dust...

Oh no... no way... One possibility I don't want to think about.

"... Could it be me, they already hated me?

What a sad grunt of it, it pounded into a quiet hallway without the students, melting and disappearing into the soft light that plunged through the window.