Chapter 61: Meet the vice principal
Eren cautiously opened his eyes and forced his gaze back onto Reinhardt, and the proud, blue-haired heir of a prominent dukedom was still standing right there in the middle of a crowded academic corridor with his innerwears.
Reinhardt’s brow furrowed aggressively at the sudden, absolute lack of respect. "What exactly is your problem, Volsver? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Eren blinked his eyes twice, trying to force a refresh of his vision. Flash. The transparent framework suddenly collapsed, and the academy uniform snapped right back over Reinhardt’s frame.
Eren breathed in relief. He would end up in deep trauma if he had been forced to witness that noble for even three more seconds.
"What do you want, Reinhardt?" Eren asked, his tone flat and entirely drained of enthusiasm.
Reinhardt took a stiff, imposing step forward. "We need to have a serious discussion, right here, right now."
"Yeah, I’m going to pass on that," Eren muttered, casually stepping to the side to walk straight past him.
"Hold it right there!" Reinhardt shouted as he ran past Eren, spreading his arms wide to block the path. "You will not leave until we properly discuss the absurdity of your new engagement with Aria! There is no possible way—!"
Eren raised a hand to rub his messy hair, preparing to give a proper ragebait answer, but before he could even speak, a lazy yet professional voice called him from behind.
"Student Eren Volsver."
Both young men immediately turned their gazes to the petite new professor.
Norelia’s eyes were fixed on Eren with a look of authority.
"You are requested to accompany me immediately," Norelia commanded smoothly, ignoring the blue-haired simp entirely. "My mentor wants to meet you at her research room."
Without even waiting to receive a formal answer, the tiny prodigy marched right past the two noble heirs.
Eren didn’t need to be told twice. He smoothly stepped around the completely stunned second male lead, leaving Reinhardt frozen in the middle of the hallway with his arms still spread wide like a broken scarecrow.
Catching up to Norelia’s small, rapid footsteps, Eren let out a low chuckle, leaning down slightly to whisper in her ear. "Well, look at that timing. Thank you for clearing my path, Professor."
Norelia maintained her forward gaze, but with a tiny smile on her lips. "It was merely an administrative intervention, Student Eren. I cannot have my pupils tardy on their first day."
She paused for a fraction of a second, her tone shifting into a casual, slightly sharper tone. "On a note... who exactly was that girl sitting next to you during my lecture? Did you do another one of your scandalous routines on her?"
Eren’s smile stretched into a devious smirk as he smelled a scent of jealousy radiating from his petite lecturer.
But the memory of that strange current beneath his skin flashed back into his mind.
"Putting the ladies aside for a moment, Norelia," Eren murmured, his expression turning unusually serious. "Can you trace any mana flowing inside my body right now?"
Norelia turned to look him up and down with a thoroughly weird, skeptical expression. She extended her small hand, lightly tapping her fingers against his chest before letting out a flat sigh.
"There is absolutely nothing inside you, Eren. Just like always," she stated matter-of-factly, turning back to resume her walk. "Your core is entirely dry. Why do you ask? Have you started hallucinating magical talent now?"
"It’s nothing, just a stray thought," Eren murmured, brushing the query aside as they resumed their trek.
They eventually arrived at the heavy double doors of the vice principal’s office. Norelia didn’t even bother to knock. She simply pushed the door wide open and gestured for him to follow her inside.
The room was completely engulfed in darkness, looking far more like a chaotic storage dump than the prestigious office of an academy official.
’Yep, this is definitely Norelia’s mentor, without a single doubt,’ Eren thought, surveying the absolute mess. Towering stacks of unorganized files, stray gears, and various scattered pieces of complex mana engineering equipment occupied every single inch of available floor space.
Eren glanced around the dim room, raising an eyebrow. "So, where exactly is this legendary mentor of yours?"
Norelia calmly walked toward a massive, faded velvet sofa sitting near the wall. "Right here," she stated flatly.
Eren stepped closer, his eyes adjusting to the low light until he spotted a figure sleeping completely carelessly beneath a thick, wrinkled blanket.
Without a single shred of hesitation, Norelia reached down, aggressively ripping the blanket away. "Madam, wake up. It’s already afternoon."
Eren instantly stiffened as he saw a woman still sleeping there. Her clothes were heavily wrinkled and shifted sideways from her wild sleeping posture. She had long orange hair, and her mature body suggested she was definitely past thirty-five years.
Norelia’s brow twitched with annoyance and delivered a slap right across the sleeping woman’s beautiful face, shouting, "Get up, you old hag! The student is already standing inside the room!"
The mature woman merely yawned, rolling around as if it were a mosquito bite. She sluggishly pushed herself up to sit position on the couch, rubbing her silver-grey eyes before looking at the petite lecturer standing before her with a deeply annoyed expression.
Eren stood frozen, his blue eyes involuntarily wide. Thanks to the messy state of her exceptionally sexy attire, he could literally witness a massive, completely unrestrained cleavage spilling outward right in front of him.
SEXY MILF ALERT!
Suddenly, the mature woman reached out and aggressively grabbed the petite lecturer by her waist, dragging Norelia straight into a crushing hug, burying the girl’s face directly into her exposed chest.
"Oh, my darling little Norelia came all the way here just to wake me up!" the vice principal cheered happily, rubbing her cheek against the flustered girl’s head.
"Let go of me, you shameless woman!" Norelia muffled fiercely in embarrassment as she struggled against her embrace.
Eren just stood there, staring blankly at the highly affectionate scene unfolding on the sofa. But the issue filling his mind right now had absolutely nothing to do with how breathtakingly sexy or mature this orange-haired woman was.
The real problem was the realization. He realised something worse.
He recognized this woman. Not only from the memories of the original Eren, but from the original game. This lazy, unkempt Vice Principal was none other than one of the most dangerous bosses of the entire second story arc.
A literal three hundred years old High Demon Queen in disguise working in the Royal Academy.