Since resolving the issue with Jiaxia, a whole month has passed.
Keti’s life seemed to have returned to a peaceful routine—eating, attending classes, sleeping, teaching lessons, and simply lazing around.
The other members of the Hero Squad hadn’t sought her out again. Only Layla came every day, delivering lunchboxes and eating with her.
Although the silver-haired beauty no longer wanted to be as entangled with the past, how should she put it… Keti had a major flaw—she was shy, and sometimes just didn’t have the courage to refuse others.
Besides, she’d grown tired of the cafeteria food. That’s the worst thing about public cafeterias—such limited side dishes. It was always the same fare every day, it was hard not to get bored of it.
So… cough, cough, there was nothing to be done. The purple-haired jellyfish-head big sister’s lunchboxes—Keti could only enjoy them.
Still, the fact that Layla had learned to cook was a bit of a surprise to the silver-haired beauty.
Layla’s reason for coming to see her was to learn how to cook, and each time she finished a dish, she’d have Keti taste and critique her results.
Meanwhile, Alice and Sylvia, hmm… seemed to be busy with other things. The team’s activities had come to a complete halt.
Phew.
As for her nemesis…
Uh…
No, that’s not right—why should she bring him up?
The silver-haired beauty pouted in annoyance. Ever since that last incident, she’d been too embarrassed to see him! Hmph…
That pervert—so infuriating!
Well, but as for Lynn, that guy had been busy lately too. Who knew what he was up to every day.
Even so… that guy still insisted on taking her out to have fun every weekend. Actually, Keti didn’t want to go at all, but she couldn’t resist when he dragged her along, so every time, she still obediently went.
And not just on weekends—every few days, he’d come to bother her. She hated him!
Now, the most important part of the silver-haired beauty’s life was soaking in the library every day, flipping through alchemy books one after another, determined to find out how that potion, the one that turned her into a girl, was made.
After all, only with that formula could she hope to turn back.
But after a whole month of research, Keti hadn’t discovered anything.
Well, saying she hadn’t found anything wasn’t exactly right—it sounded as if she’d been slacking off. But really… how could that be? She was almost frantic by now.
She’d read so many books these days, and her once densely packed Alchemical Notebook was now filled with quite a few new formulas. In a way, her combat strength had improved a lot.
But no matter what, she just couldn’t find that transformation potion. Phew… actually, Keti had expected this outcome. After all… if such a potion really existed, it would’ve become famous long ago.
She might have to expand her search to some ancient tomes—most of those were written in lost scripts… Keti felt that if she could decipher that part, well… she wouldn’t need to join the Mage Tower, she’d never have to worry about her future again.
In short, progress toward returning to her former self was still nearly zero.
As for teaching, ah, lately the girl had made little headway there as well. Things had been too calm recently, so her special teaching points hadn’t increased at all.
Not that this mattered much—it was just a matter of waiting for the right opportunity. The real headache was the daily teaching points.
How to say it, hmm…
Ever since she’d straightened out the class discipline, those points had been growing at a steady pace.
But the problem was—
They were growing too slowly, waah~
The rate at which daily teaching points increased was actually tied to the class’s performance—the better the class’s overall grades, the higher the points the teachers received.
Her class… well, Class 25. Just look at that class number, and you’d know it couldn’t compare with the classes ahead of them.
Keti thought this system was unreasonable. The difference in student quality—how could the elite class and a regular class possibly perform the same?
Did teaching the elite class automatically make a teacher better than those who taught regular classes?
What logic was that?
Sigh, but there was no choice. Since she was making her way in the Magic Academy, she had to obey the school’s rules.
But with things as they were, it was exhausting for Keti. At her current rate of earning teaching points, it would take her at least a year—maybe even two or three.
But the girl didn’t want to wait that long.
Phew.
Reflecting on everything she’d been through lately, Keti closed her book and let out a sigh.
How could she raise her class’s daily teaching points?
The silver-haired beauty pondered the problem as she rose and left the library.
She’d come early this morning, before morning study, just because she’d been up all night thinking about how to turn back and couldn’t sleep.
Forget it. She should hurry back to the classroom.
By the time the morning study bell rang, Keti finally strolled into the classroom at her usual leisurely pace.
Ah… cough, cough… it wasn’t like she was ever really punctual, but now that she’d whipped the students into shape, at this time, everyone should be looking forward to her stepping onto the podium!
Uh…
The podium?!
***
As soon as she entered, Keti noticed something was off.
Someone was already standing at the podium!
And, hmm… it was none other than her nemesis—Lynn!
“You—what are you doing here?”
At the doorway, the silver-haired beauty tilted her head, putting on a tsundere little expression that left His Excellency the class director blinking in confusion.
Eh?
“N-no, Kitten… ah, cough, cough… Miss Keti, I am, after all, the homeroom teacher of Class 25. Isn’t it fine for me to hold a class meeting for the students?”
Ah… this…
After hearing her nemesis’s explanation, the silver-haired beauty awkwardly scratched her face. She’d forgotten—her nemesis was a teacher, too.
But, today was actually a class meeting? Uh… come to think of it, she’d never actually used class meetings for their proper purpose, always turning them into lessons instead.
Well… it wasn’t really that important, right?
Her nemesis had made time out of his busy schedule to come hold this class meeting. Keti couldn’t help feeling like there was something important to announce.
After a moment, the silver-haired beauty yawned, then turned toward the students, who were just as confused, and said:
“All right, all right, quiet down, everyone. The man at the podium is your homeroom teacher. Mr. Lynn must have something to announce, so let’s all listen.”
“That’s right~! Miss Keti, you really are so thoughtful~”
Lynn chuckled softly, then glanced at the classroom door, suddenly calling out:
“It’s about time… Now then, have the new students arrived? Please come in!”
“Eh?”
Keti blinked in surprise. New transfer students?
Just then, the door slid open… and two familiar figures walked in slowly.