Dualities | Solo levelling X Tbate

Class in Session

Arthur emerged from the refreshing confines of the shower, his vibrant scarlet locks still glistening and bespattered with droplets of water. A sense of trepidation clenched at his heart, as he anticipated the impending events that lay before him. As he cast his gaze around the room, his eyes alighted upon Regis, his companion, who hovered with an enigmatic presence, fixating his bottomless void-like eyes upon Arthur.

"Cheer up. It can't be as bad as it used to be." Regis reassured him. Deftly knotting his dampened hair with a touch of wind magic, and subsequently donning his impeccable uniform.

Regis assumed an ethereal form, seamlessly melding into Arthur's being. "Oh man, I am hungry, don't mind me" he telepathically conveyed, falling silent as Arthur sensed the insidious extraction of destructive mana from his draconic heart.

Upon opening the door, Arthur embarked on his journey towards the disciplinary committee office, where its members congregated, engrossed in animated chatter concerning their imminent class.

"Hey there, Arthur! What's the matter? Aren't you excited about today's class? Director Cynthia informed us that even the lances will be in attendance," Curtis exclaimed, his enthusiasm faltering as he observed Arthur's apparent lack of excitement.

"Oh, come on now. It's not as if he's going to kill us," Caera interjected playfully, sauntering toward Arthur. However, her lightheartedness was met with a disconcertingly impassive gaze from Arthur. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Caera inquired, her unease creeping into her voice.

"But who is going to be our professor?" Claire inquired, addressing the group, while Arthur let out a weary sigh. Opening the door, they embarked on their path towards the designated classroom. Along the way, they crossed paths with the Tessia, seemingly the only member of the student council attending the class.

Tessia drew near Arthur, her voice tinged with anxiety. "Will he be the one teaching us?" she nervously asked. Arthur simply nodded, causing a chilling shiver to cascade down Tessia's spine.

As the door creaked open, a collective gulp reverberated through the room, causing each child to tense with apprehension. To their surprise, six individuals had already assembled, casting a formidable presence. "So, you are the students?" Barion quipped, his tone laced with a hint of amusement, while the rest of the disciplinary members, save for Arthur, paid their respects with a slight bow.

"Hush, Arthur. Show some respect," Claire whispered, her words falling upon deaf ears, as two elegant elves approached him. "Oh, my dear sister Tessia, how you have blossomed," Aya chimed, her fingers playfully grazing Tessia's cheeks, inciting a light chuckle from her. However, Aya's mischievous gaze quickly shifted to Arthur, her grin morphing into something devilish. Meanwhile, Arthur's inner thoughts echoed with a foreboding refrain: "Oh boy, here we go."

Without the faintest warning, Arthur found himself ensnared within the plush, billowing embrace of Aya's bosom, the soft contours acting as alluring traps, hindering his escape. "Oh, my dear brother Arthur," she chimed cheekily, her voice laced with amusement, while the other students, including a bewildered Tessia, gazed upon the scene in sheer disbelief.

Regis, unable to contain his astonishment, bellowed inwardly, "Oh, what have I missed... Oh, hell no! You lucky bastard!" Yet, Arthur valiantly endeavour to drown out Regis' exclamations, focusing resolutely on the predicament at hand.

"Go back to eating!" Arthur ordered, as he felt Regis give the mental equivalent of an eye roll.

Fortunately, Arthur's guardian angel in the form of Alea swiftly intervened, liberating him from Aya's captivating, albeit suffocating, embrace. Gasping for much-needed oxygen, Arthur felt a rush of relief. "He's not a child anymore," Alea reprimanded, her tone firm, while Aya responded with a nonchalant shrug, as if innocent of any wrongdoing. The members of the student council, brimming with curiosity and questions, found their inquiries stifled in the presence of the lances.