Chapter 67: Principal Oliver

Chapter 67: Principal Oliver

“Hmm, it looks like everyone learned quite well from this lesson. All squat down now, and hold onto your own ears.” Louis lowered his head and patted his sleeve.

The little Yordles, who had long been impatient, were already standing tall and proud. They picked up things like unicycles from the room and gathered around their boss.

Some were there to flatter and suck up. Some were swaggering around with puffed-out chests among the Fox people, searching for those Foxes who usually bullied them. Others were rubbing the backs of their heads while looking for the guys who had hit them there today, or the bad guys who had sprayed them with champagne.

A few clever little imps zipped right up onto the long stone table. They first rearranged all the Porcelain Dolls properly, then swaggered with hands on hips and began tap-dancing on the pile of Porcelain Dolls.

Some were holding Wands, going “pew pew pew” with their mouths to scare people—now, in this hall, if anyone were to cast any Magic, some Fox bully would be in trouble.

The Foxes were so scared their hearts trembled. They were terrified someone might actually cast a spell. All of them squatted there not daring to move. Some even buried their pale faces inside their collars, afraid to be recognized by the little Yordles searching all over.

Soon, several Foxes were dragged out. They squatted together. The little Yordles had them race while doing handstands, then made them dance on one leg. Some even picked up champagne and started spraying it on them.

Now, none of the Foxes were celebrating anymore. No one was telling Yordle jokes with gentlemanly grace anymore. Everyone knew why these people had come.

A circus performance began in the hall. Seeing Louis pat his sleeve, Lilith and the others came over. One by one, they closed their eyes in fright and huddled on the sofa, trembling all over. They were terrified this great warrior would slap them. Zinnia even lay flat on the ground and began secretly crawling toward the door.

But Louis grabbed her tail, pulled her back as she cried, and dragged her back. A bunch of fur got scraped onto the carpet from her fingernails.

“Wah wah wah wah…”

“Sit there properly.” After saying this, Louis heard in his mind the “Knights” in the hall viciously cursing him, telling him not to approach their Goddess, Miss Lilith. So, Louis smiled and reached out to stroke the small ears on top of Lilith’s head.

Seeing this scene, several gentlemen who were riding tricycles pulling little Yordles felt dizzy. But not one of them had the courage to pick up their longswords and charge at the Great Demon King.

This disappointed Louis somewhat. He looked at Lilith and started calculating the “bill”:

“What was with putting that rug under your feet just now?” Louis was actually a bit curious. He didn’t know the reason.

[My noble feet cannot step on dogs! Of course, there needs to be a rug!]

Louis suddenly understood.

But Lilith had a different explanation.

“W-wearing high heels was getting a bit tiring, the floor is too cold, just resting my feet…” Lilith was about to cry. She added: “Really.”

“Oh~ Really not to have someone kneel down and lick your feet?” Louis looked at the brand-new white noble-style stockings Lilith had specifically changed into, raised his eyebrows, and smiled coldly.

“No, I-I really didn’t say that. Wah wah wah… Please, please don’t punish me like this… Wah wah wah…” Lilith hurriedly lowered her head and put on her shoes.

Big Sister Lilith wasn’t propping her feet up anymore, nor asking for rugs to be placed under them. She just wiped her tears, hugged her head, and looked at Louis pleadingly.

This time, she didn’t curse in her heart either, just three words—please let me go.

Seeing Lilith and the others looking so pitiful, Louis stopped teasing them. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud and sat down on the sofa opposite, crossing his legs.

Maybe because the seat was a bit close to Zinnia, Louis again heard gentlemen in the hall cursing him viciously in their hearts. So, Louis smiled and crooked his finger at Zinnia’s little tail. Zinnia bit her lip and, surprisingly, obediently sat on Louis’s hand.

Louis looked utterly astonished.

Are you getting the wrong idea?

I didn’t mean it like that?

What kind of situation is this? Makes me seem like some kind of person.

Louis gave it a little pinch.

Hmm, very springy.

[I knew it, he likes this… I get this reference.]

Several gentlemen who had bullied Yordles during the day earlier, seeing this scene, felt their hearts give a painful jerk and fell off their unicycles.

Louis couldn’t help but grin with amusement.

“I am a magnanimous person. I could let today’s matter slide…”

[Stingy Louis is clearly a bad guy who wouldn’t even let go of a child’s lollipop. Therefore, he obviously…]

Louis ignored the Narration. He simply threw the stack of IOUs in his hand onto the table, then smiled and looked at the admirers in the hall who had been sneakily glancing over: “— As long as one of your ‘Knights’ can defeat me, today’s matter will be forgotten.”

Everyone turned their heads away and focused intently on riding their bicycles.

Are you kidding? Give him a sword, and he could slay a dragon!

Fight him? No way.

Lilith and the others, teary-eyed, searched the hall carefully for any Knight who could step forward bravely. But, unfortunately, those graceful Fox gentlemen were focused on performing in the circus.

And those self-proclaimed Knight admirers were either passed out face-down on the ground or pretending they didn’t see anything.

Sure enough, each one was as cunning as a fox.

If you can’t win, why even go up?

A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years!

You just wait.

Let you have a bit of an advantage today, just a bit. The noble Miss Lilith and the others come from prestigious families. In the future, they won’t have anything to do with a poor wretch like you.

Not angry.

Thinking this, the gentlemen felt better inside and focused on riding their unicycles.

“Huh, looks like I brought this 5,000 Gold Galleon IOU for nothing today.” Amid the big sisters’ despair, Louis tucked the IOU back into his pocket—one wonders what people would think if they saw it was written for Trif and Louis owing 5,000 Gold Galleons.

“My shoes seem dirty… Hey hey hey—wait! Use a cloth!”

Watching Lilith and the others squat on the ground and start polishing his leather shoes, the gentlemen’s hearts gave another painful jerk. But when that Great Demon King smiled and glanced their way, they all pedaled their unicycles off to the other side, focusing intently on juggling the little balls in their hands.

Total wipeout.

As he was leaving, Louis collected all the Porcelain Dolls from the stone table.

Then, in full view of everyone, he patted the several-ton stone table, smiled at those Foxes still planning in their hearts how to get revenge on the Yordles in the future.

Subsequently, he gave the long stone table an elbow strike, and the table directly broke into two pieces!

With a loud crash, the large bluestone floor under the table cracked in an area. The broken stone table fell in the center of the hall, dust flying everywhere on the floor. When the dust cleared, Louis and the little Yordles had long since left. The room was only left with a bunch of Foxes who had wet their pants.

Total wipeout 2

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Outside the window, a Rest Bird cooed twice and flew away.

…

Headmaster’s Office.

Finding that Teacher Oliver was enthusiastically lecturing about incomprehensible things again, Yingling only felt her eyelids getting heavy. Propping her chin on her hand, she kept nodding off.

She had just come today to butter him up, but then the teacher got enthusiastic and started giving her a lecture again.

She should have dragged Ocris along today.

Speaking of that dead girl, recently I don’t know what’s up with her. She’s been mysterious all the time, and you can never see her. A while ago, I heard she was tutoring that pretty-boy student—and she got upset when I called him a pretty boy. See? Now she treats him like a treasure every day. Even tutors him secretly.

Thinking about that pretty boy, Yingling felt her eyelids weren’t so heavy anymore.

Why don’t I have such a pleasing student? And he’s a foreign mixed-blood little Prince, tsk tsk tsk.

But I heard this student recently made Ocris really angry. She even came asking me for a few Magic Spells, saying something about giving him some Colosseum lessons.

It almost made Yingling laugh her back out.

Stupid girl, can’t even handle her own student—guess after raising him for six years, he finally grew up.

Probably finds him really precious…

Look, your older sister here even offered actively to help you rein him in, definitely teach him to be obedient and send him back.

But you even got angry with your older sister.

But I remembered, it seemed like the Mystery Office hadn’t turned in its accounts for a few months. Should I go tease him a little?

It’s nothing for an older sister to teach a student on behalf of her younger sister, right?

After he behaved obediently, Ocris would even be grateful to me.

Yingling suddenly didn’t feel sleepy anymore. Her eyes curved into smiles as she wagged her tail.

A piece of chalk hit her on the forehead. Yingling quickly sat up straight and started listening to the lesson seriously. But before long, she was propping her chin again, her eyes growing heavy as her head kept nodding up and down (ZZZ).

Standing on the desk and lecturing with great energy, Principal Oliver sat down on the desk looking dejected, puffing on his pipe.

These young wizards nowadays were becoming more and more impatient and restless. Very few were willing to settle their minds and bury themselves in knowledge.

The only somewhat comforting thing was that little girl Ocris.

After the setback last time, she finally settled down to study. Look at these past two weeks—she stayed in the Library every day.

Perhaps this was influenced by that foreign student nominally under her tutelage.

Because, no matter which teacher it was, having such a knowledgeable student would bring some pressure.

It was truly impressive.

He was also very skilled with Magic and Voodoo Dolls, cleverly using a concept all students had learned to handle all those Fox newcomers.

No wonder he dared to cause trouble over there alone.

It seemed he wasn’t just a bookworm who only knew academics but didn’t know how to apply it.

He was already qualified to be called a Holy Icon Tree Archmage. I hoped to see his thesis on my desk this year. The Ministry of Magic and the Magic Council should add some young, thoughtful new blood.

It was time for a change…

Three hundred years… Besides that girl Frankischko, he was the only wizard who could focus so intently on academic research.

Not casting any Magic for six years, solely focused on academics… I heard it was the same back in his original academy before he came to study abroad…

From these days and some things Ocris said, he really wasn’t incapable—he was just focused on knowledge.

I didn’t know how many books this little Prince from abroad had read, but judging by the Holy Icon Tree Library records, he might have already understood all the important books in the Holy Icon Tree Library.

Unfortunately, the Holy Icon Tree Library nowadays no longer had that many books. It didn’t live up to the name ‘Dawn Library.’ After the farce of book burning, only a few remained. What was left could hardly be called real Magic anymore.

If the great sage Anthony from three thousand years ago knew about this, I wonder what he would think…

Flipping through the incomplete “Junior High Magic · Modern Magic Theory Seven” in his hand, Oliver secretly sighed. He puffed on his pipe, picked up this incomplete volume, and another even more incomplete one beside him, “‘High School Magic’ Four-Dimensional Space Structure Mini-Lecture.” Then he glanced at those dozen or so pages where even the words had become blurred—”How to… God… Dot Matrix Diagram…”—and caressed them fondly.

But after a moment, Principal Oliver looked dejected again.

Only these dozen or so books were left…

And no one was willing to learn…

A bunch of ‘elementary students’ who couldn’t be taught even when taught…

This child Yingling, and Ocris too, couldn’t understand, wasting their Mana for nothing.

When I had time, I should explain it to Ocris’s student. Even though his Mana was low, if he could understand a bit, he could go far in the future.

A Restbird flew in through the window. It landed on the perch hanging above Principal Oliver’s desk. It opened its beak and spoke in human language.

“I’m dying of laughter, I’m dying of laughter! All the Fox newcomers were handled by Ocris’s disciple!”

Hearing this, Principal Oliver clapped and laughed like a child, just like those little Yordles in the Lounge earlier.

“Little Yingling, I told you, your student definitely can’t compare to Ocris’s~” The little Yordle principal stirred the fire.

Yingling immediately wasn’t sleepy anymore.

What happened?

Did that kid Louis cause trouble in my student’s Lounge?

What happened?

And he handled all of them?!

Forget it, it wasn’t important. I’ll find out when I go back later.

No matter the reason—pretty boy, don’t blame big sister, you started it!

This time, big sister is going to teach you properly on behalf of your teacher.

Then even Ocris won’t have anything to say.

Yingling smiled sweetly. Pretending not to care at all, she deliberately pouted and said, “Of course, teacher~ Ocris’s learning is a bit better than mine, and she’s much more serious too.”

Principal Oliver’s face immediately fell.

Why is this child like this, with no drive at all.

Seems like I didn’t stir the fire successfully.

So disappointed.

This world is so boring.

Seeing her teacher’s face fall, Yingling swiftly opened her little fan. Turning her head away, she fanned vigorously while wagging her tail and secretly giggling mischievously.

“Hehehehe.”