Chapter 3

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A day passed and strangely, Reese never met any of the capture targets. She had steeled herself before every class and searched attentively among her classmates' faces but not one was familiar to her. It was certainly a big school.

Fate was something she thought to happen right away on the first day of school but it seems her expectations proved her wrong.

Fate was someone that liked to play tricks.

"Master Graschen, has your bum been pampered way too much? You must be a sorry excuse for a son, too bad you don't have a brother to replace you."

Instead of a capture target, she had to deal with a headache. The person who had spoken to her didn't bother to hide his despise and displayed extremely rude manners despite being a few ranks below.

He was short, wore glasses and had a lot of spite. If one were to compare him to an animal, it would be a mad dog. A tiny chihuahua with big eyes and a horrible temper.

This man, Luke Ambois, was the son of a count. A fellow first year student who started a fight with no reason.

He wasn't a capture target so Reese had no idea who he was exactly. He must simply have been a background character. No one looks at him, no one takes notice of him.

Reese glanced at the small chihuahua without turning her head. If one were to look from below, she must've looked intimidating. But Luke was oblivious and remained unfrightened, his glaring eyes stayed focused.

The atmosphere was tense and their classemates huddled around them while whispering. No one tried to stop the two nor call a teacher. Everyone looked forward to what event would be unfolded.

If It were the real Reese, what would he do? But there was no way of knowing how as Reese doesn't know what happened to the original.

Not in the least bit was she feeling irritated though. She actually wanted to laugh. In a situation where it was clear who had the upperhand, why even fight?

In her last life, she wasn't the type to fight nor start one, though she was confident in winning verbal arguments, she knew her limits in physical strength. Now that she had the body and vigor of a man, not to mention toned with a six-pack (she observed her body very well) despite having a lean body on the outside, Reese was unstoppable and felt confident.

She took a step closer towards Luke. As if to remind him of his small stature, she put a hand on his head and patted him.

"How adorable. Are you feeling nervous as its your first day here? Let big brother accompany you so you won't get lonely."

A burst of laughter and snickers came from the people nearby. They didn't even try to hide the fact that they favored Reese more. But they were also surprised as he was known to be kind and gentle. Nevertheless, they didn't mind this side of him and actually liked it.

Lukes' face grew bright red and scowled, it was obvious he had a complex about his height. He was greatly affected as he stammered in his speech.

"Y-You...stop it!" Luke slapped away the hand on his head.

"You dare belittle me! Don't you even remember what you did before? Two-faced son of duke, ever since that day, I vowed to get revenge against you!"

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Saying that he'll get revenge in front of the person himself, wasn't that too careless? He publicly announced we were enemies, this will bring trouble. More importantly, he and Reese Graschen knew each other? Just what exactly did the original do? And two-faced? What?

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