Academy Slave Instructor

136 – The Prom

The Prom

“Is Ms. Philia dating Instructor Rai?”

Zeroa, who was enjoying one of the few intimate dinners a month, put down the crepe she was eating at Aria’s question.

At the end of the weekend, the head of the academy was not the only one who knew that Rai and Filia were entering the academy together on a black horse.

Some of the academy students also saw Philia hugging his back while riding the black horse together.

The male students, including Cuthbert, shed bloody tears, and the biggest concern was what the two of them were doing on the weekend.

Already, rumors spread as quickly as they spread, and no one directly asked the two, but they were convinced that the two were dating.

Aria, who rarely communicates with people, asked if the rumors had reached her ears. She asked Zeroa, who was close to the two of them.

“No, no. It’s just a rumor. Instructor Rai and Ms. Philia came to train on the weekend. It was a simple treatment before coming to see how tough the training was. Because it healed me.”

Other people misunderstand, but the two people that Aslan and Zeroa saw from the side were different.

Asran saw Philia dripping her blood from her mouth, and her training should be moderate. She scolded Rai for asking who was going to die. Had a hard time

From the point of view of Zeroa, who saw a series of disturbances, the rumor that the two were dating seemed absurd.

“I see…”

Aria seemed to have something more to say, but Zeroa didn’t notice.

It’s easy to tell that her philia mood has changed when she’s seen by smart people or women of the same s*x.

The evidence that women in love would do, such as her eyes looking at her lie and her subtle change of attitude, were scattered all over her, so that even an unfamiliar Aria could recognize them.

But of course not, she says, knowing zero she trusts.

Her ignorant Zeroa’s eyes could not be trusted, but the naive Arya dismissed her doubts, thinking that she was mistaken.

“Ah, that… This… Is Seria’s sweet gift…”

After a moment of conversation, Zeroa gave her arms and she took out a small box and held it out.

She wasn’t a luxurious case simply carved out of wood, but the box stained with her hands was telling me that it was made by Zero.

Aria, who knows that he has also assisted her carpenter, bows her head in gratitude for her zero ah’s sincerity in making her case.

“Thank you for preparing it for me. Can I open it here?”

“Yes, yes! I made this for Miss Aria, so it’s okay!”

After hearing Zeroa’s nervous answer, Arya opens her box and sees her contents.

In the box, which was wrapped in simple cloth, was a wooden hairbrush.

The half-moon-shaped hair comb has the teeth and the handle as one body, as if it were carved out of a tree.

Although it does not reach the craftsman’s skill, it was a good hair comb as an ornament as various animals were carved on the handle.

Feeling embarrassed, Zeroa pulls out her hairbrush and stares blankly at Aria’s profile in the light of her street lamp.

“You made it yourself? That’s great, I’m amazed that I don’t have this kind of manual dexterity.”

“No, no. Anyone can make it with practice.”

“Thank you. I will comb my hair with this starting today.”

“No no… You don’t have to… There are many better combs out there…”

“Zeroa-kun made it for me, right?”

Seeing Aria bowing her head once more with her hairbrush in her arms, Zeroa waves her hand in the air in embarrassment.

Before she goes to sleep, Zeroa imagines putting on her thin nightgown and brushing her hair with a comb she made. Her face turns red and she lowers her head.

Terla, the escort knight who guards Aria, looks at him from a distance as if he is there, but Zeroa shuts her mouth like Sukmaek, unable to do anything.

After staring at the ground like that, when Zeroa gathered up her courage and looked up, Arya was combing her fine hair like the night sky with a hairbrush, and Zeroa, whose nose was about to explode, quickly lowered her head again.

‘I’m saying, I can do it.’

Zeroa shouted in her heart that she could do it, then lifted her head again and looked at Aria.

In her usual unusual eyes, Arya realizes something is strange about her and stops combing and looks straight at Zeroa.

“That… Ms. Arya…”

“Yes, is there something…?”

At Arya’s words, Zeroa swallowed her saliva.

Terla behind her gulps down her saliva and stares at the two with wide eyes.

Usually, if you have feelings for each other, you invite them to be partners in the prom when you give sweet gifts in return.

The pure wish of the girl Seria to dance at the words of the first emperor, Terracan, that he would listen to anything is an example of this day.

It is not a small sweetness to repay respect or friendship, but men who have received the sweetness of women’s hearts give gifts in return and invite them to dance together.

If the woman agrees, the two go together as partners to the prom.

It’s a happy story, but it’s a dreadful obstacle for those who confess. What should I do if I refuse the invitation, I gave it sweetness, but when will I get an invitation?

‘Shut up! Shout!”

Baby Zero, who was in trouble, would not be able to see being the partner of the goddess Aria, a cute and incomparably beautiful girl, but she was Terla who really wanted to see Aria in a party dress.

Last year, Aria didn’t even give sweetness, but she gave out gifts in return and invited men in hundreds.

Among them, there were people Arya didn’t even know her face, but none knew her courageous Zero.

Aria, who felt burdened by the amount of sweetness and gifts she received in return, rejected all their invitations, and even on the day of the prom, she did not go out, saying that she was embarrassed to appear in front of people.

Terla was cheering for Zero A, who seemed to have the slightest chance, with the determination that she would definitely see her lady’s party dress this time.

Hesitantly, Zeroa jumps up from her bench and bows her head toward Arya, holding out her hand.

“Miss Aria. Please come with me to the prom.”

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Terla thought that she was an invitation without any sense or style, but she clenched her fists and waited for Aria’s answer.

“……”

She didn’t think that Zeroa would invite her, and her beautiful eyes wavered.

Arya hangs her head as the two of them freeze, motionless and Terla waits impatiently.

“Sorry.”

At her words of refusal, both Zeroa’s and Terla’s hearts collapse.

“Ah, ahahahaha. That, right? I was, uh, that, subject, presumptuous? Ahahahahaha. Yes, that’s right.”

Zeroa, who looks extremely embarrassed, smiles and tries to rectify the heavy atmosphere, but the situation does not improve.

“No. Zeroa-kun is cool. He’s not presumptuous. Rather, I’m lacking.”

Aria said with sad eyes, but she wasn’t convincing. She especially had the part where she said she was lacking.

Aria, who said something that Terla and even Zeroa, who had just been rejected, couldn’t relate to, hesitated to see if she couldn’t stand his silence before opening her mouth.

“I’m… Embarrassed to dance in front of people…”

“Yes… Yes? Why…?”

She already knew the answer to Zeroa, who had had many conversations with Arya, but she stupidly asked the question.

She already knows that she has difficulty with people because she has no contact with people because of her beautiful appearance.

She was an aria who worked hard to get better little by little while living at the academy, and to become friends with the people who made her group, such as marching training and cavalry warfare.

But that doesn’t mean that her tendency to be a loner she’s accumulated so far will not go away. It takes a lot of courage for her to go to a ball that attracts everyone’s attention.

When Arya doesn’t answer and hangs her head, Zeroa blames herself, thinking she made a mistake.

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s up to her whether or not to attend the prom anyway. If she doesn’t want to go, she may not go.”

Terla wanted to punch Zeroa in the back of the head, but she held back.

“I want to go… I want to go…”

Zeroa, who was chattering casually, becomes quiet when she hears Aria’s voice speaking quietly as if talking to herself.

Arya turned her head away shyly and blushed her cheeks.

“……Then let’s go slowly.”

Unable to understand Zeroa’s words, Aria raises her head to look at him.

Zeroa’s face, which had been flustered and careless until recently, had disappeared, and her usual friendly smile was hanging over it.

“There’s a lot left before graduation. Don’t you want to go?”

Arya nods her head.

“Then we go slowly, one step at a time. This time we try on the dress in the room, and then we go to the entrance of the ball. Finally, we go into the ball and dance.”

“……”

“When I was working at a workshop that sculpted marble, the studio master said that. Even if you are not confident, you have to take one step at a time. Everyone breaks marble at first. He gave me a chisel.”

Aria, who was staring blankly at Zeroa’s laughing face in the light of her street lamp, nodded her head.

“Please dance with me then. I’ll wait for you this time.”

“Yes… Oh, there… But…”

Arya, who was trying to answer as if possessed, hesitantly looked at Zeroa.

“But there’s Miss Mia…”

“Yes? No, Miss Mia just learned from Instructor Rai together and gave it sweetness… Ah, no relationship. She gave it to Aslan-kun or Miss Filia… So…”

She showed off her cool look for a while, but soon after seeing Zeroa, who has turned into a man with a poor excuse in front of her woman, Terla grabs her forehead and shakes her head.

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“What is that hand?”

Rai looks at her as he sees Philia’s hand being held out to him.

“Please give me a gift in return.”

“Did you leave it? You look confident. I thought it was three or three.”

“If you want sweetness, give it to me. Give it to me.”

Even at Rai’s words, Philia proudly demands a gift in return.

Last year, it passed without a word, but this year, it shows the will to receive it without fail.

“I didn’t prepare anything.”

“Go buy it.”

Looking at her with a frown on her eyebrows, Rai rummages through her pockets and pulls out her thin hair tie.

1 Looking at her cheap hair tie that doesn’t even look like silver, Rai puts it on her hand.

She expected to hear another voice, but Philia quietly stared at the hair tie in her hand.

She knows what this hair tie is.

This is the hair tie Lai used to tie her hair up while posing as a woman when she went to assassinate Haxen.

I’m not sure why it’s still in his trouser pocket, but the hair tie definitely fits.

Lay looked at Philia strangely as she clenched her fists without saying anything, but before she heard a sound, she turned her body around.

“You received it. Don’t say anything else.”

“Yes, I did.”

Somehow hearing a warm voice, Philia calls him when Rai tries to run away.

“Will the instructor come to the prom? You didn’t come last year.”

“Why me? It’s not that old people come in where the kids play. It’s the main thing.”

When Rai stopped her steps and looked back at her, Philia answered by tying her own hair with the hair tie she just received.

“Other instructors are also coming, but why are you pretending to be missing something? Can’t you dance?”

“Have you forgotten who I am? There’s nothing I can’t do.”

He points at himself with a confident expression.

There was no dance unknown to Rai, who had the memories and experiences of all generations.

From simple dances to formal dances included in etiquette and traditional dances of each country, everything is intact in Rai’s head.

It’s not just knowledge, it’s experience and know-how, so even if you haven’t tried it, you can do it right away if you want to.

“Then why aren’t you coming? There must be a lot of people who want to dance with the instructor.”

“With you?”

Rai speaks with a sly smile, but Philia nods her head without changing her expression.

“Yes, like me. I want to dance with you.”

Lai, speechless at the bold answer, turns his eyes around and smiles.

“Wasn’t it a man to invite a partner?”

“Well, how about it. If there’s something you want, do it first.”

Ray, who looked at Philia for a while as he spoke openly without losing, shrugged his shoulders and turned around to walk again.

“Because I don’t like children. And what will people think if I dance with you?”

“……”

“I will participate. I don’t know about dancing.”

Philia looks at the back of the nasty Rai, who speaks as if she’s going to refuse, but at the end says something nice.

“Coming to think of it, there must be Xenia, Layla, and many other women. Are the staff coming? Even if I hang out with Hana… Kuheh!”

Philia runs over and feeds her defenseless Rai a flying kick to the back.

She stood in front of Lai, who was lying helplessly on the floor, and looked down coldly.

“Please come. I will be waiting for you.”

Contrary to her cold face, Philia, who uttered her lovely lines, turns her head and leaves with her exhilaration.