Chapter 10: A Mere Human?
“However, it wasn’t just Liliana and Douglas; those around them also said you did it. What explanation do you have for that?”
Even though I tried telling her that it wasn’t me who flooded the cafeteria, but Liliana and her group, this Elf Teacher, Ms. Cécile Cécilka, wouldn’t listen to me at all. To make matters worse, she even suggested that Liliana and Douglas might be right.
This Ms. Cécile, being an Elf, is naturally the Magic instructor. Because of that, I’d foolishly thought she, more than the large number of students claiming I flooded the place—a situation of one (me) against many (Liliana, Douglas, and their lackeys)—would look at it from a magical perspective (that it’s impossible for me to use Water Magic to flood anything). I felt helpless realizing how wrong I was.
It’s true that my credibility in this academy is practically non-existent (thanks to Liliana and Douglas in the first place), but even so, for someone in the position of an instructor to assume from the start that I’m the guilty party… I couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh at the situation.
My sigh echoed in the deserted classroom, and naturally, it seemed to have reached Ms. Cécile’s ears.
There was no way Ms. Cécile, an Elf with hearing superior to Humans, wouldn’t have heard it.
As proof, Ms. Cécile wore an expression that a hundred out of a hundred people would describe as ‘angry.’
My former self would have immediately apologized upon seeing Ms. Cécile’s furious expression, even though I hadn’t done anything—even though I was the victim.
Without power, I had no choice but to obey those who had it just to survive.
“What is wrong with you? Not only do you talk back when I’m asking you nicely like this, but you even sigh? Are you mocking me? A mere Human? Mocking me, an Elf?”
And just like that, Ms. Cécile casually let slip a discriminatory remark while quietly beginning to show her anger.
From these words and actions, there was no doubt that Ms. Cécile looked down on Humans, and furthermore, that the cause of her anger was being mocked by me, a Human with poor grades among them.
“Do you want to be killed?”
No longer bothering to hide her anger, Ms. Cécile closed in on me, releasing her intent to kill.
My former self would undoubtedly have wet himself in fear.
However, the current me doesn’t feel the slightest bit scared, even with Ms. Cécile glaring menacingly at close range while emitting her intent to kill.
I was experiencing firsthand what it meant to obtain power, and at the same time, I was beginning to vaguely understand the feelings of those with power who misuse it.