n

n

nAt least six teachers arrived on the crime scene, led by the red-haired Grazio, to check up on what was going on - soon the destroyed desk was replaced and the puddle of ink that dripped on the floor cleaned.

nEven after that, the heroine was sticking by the black-haired boy like a small animal seeking shelter.

nDespite Zoemi's honest intent to help her out, he could not ignore the increasingly hostile pressure that was oozing out of Mireitte glaring at the clingy blond-haired girl from behind.

n|Come one... you even have Grazio here... he's a capture target, go and cry in his arms and leave a background character like me alone...!|

nZoemi wanted to complain out loud, worried sick that at any given moment Miriette would lose her temper and blow up because the heroine was so dangerously close to her fiance.

nFunnily enough, despite being reborn in the world that had magic, the heroine felt safest by the side of someone strong – physically strong – and after witnessing how Zoemi wiped the floor with the red-haired capture target in a magicless duel, the black-haired boy jumped in Burushiitto's strength rating by quite a lot.

nThe blond heroine just didn't want to go away, and Zoemi didn't really want to chase her away either - there was that thing with the mana potions going on, after all.

n...it definitely didn't have anything to do with the blond girl pressing his arm in between her breasts...!

n|Definitely not...!|

n

"...

"

nJust as Zoemi was thinking that to himself, he felt the increase of the hostile aura coming out from the dark-haired girl.

n...maybe the number of potions he already got was enough...?

nHe already had more than enough that he could safely use at once without the unbearable headache incapacitating him, and was even starting to feel bad for hoarding them all.

nAfter all in his previous life, he was raised in an environment where not using a resource was considered wasting it.

nIt also wasn't like the heroine would stop leaving them at his doorstep if he told her to let go...

n...and, he had no actual proof whether she was leaving him the vials in the first place...

n

"Miss Burushi... I cannot write when...

"

n

"Ah...! I-I'm sorry!

"

nMustering a calm and composed expression, the black-haired boy glanced meaningfully at the heroine's chest, making the girl flinch and pull away from him – which also resulted in an almost immediate decrease in the hostile aura coming from the back.

n

"...huh...

"

nZoemi flinched in confusion, wondering why Miriette got calmer despite the heroine still being so near to the first prince, but he wasn't going to question a stroke of luck like that and could safely focus on the lesson.

nHe spent the rest of the day thinking about the identity of the possible bully as well as a way to counter the possible accusations that may or may not be targetting his master.

nFirst of all, the act of vandalism was done using a strength enchantment, looking at the hole punched through the desk was enough to get that, the wood was practically cut into a shape of a human fist.

nThe enchantment had to be strong.

nBut not just brutally strong – someone without a proper mastery over their spells would just smash the entire desk, but this was a focused and precise strike... the hole was rather large too...

nMiriette's enchantments were extremely strong but also her hand was much smaller than the hole - so that accusation would be easily refuted.

nAfter all the dark-haired girl's hands - and therefore fists - were really tiny and delicate, not used to doing any type of work...

nSecond of all – the ink was still dripping down when he and Mireitte arrived at the scene – meaning it must have been done a little bit earlier – Zoemi was with Mitiette almost the entire morning, with the exception of returning the dishes, so he could swear that she didn't do it.

nHe even come up with a counter for an argument that the dark-haired girl could use her overpowered enchantments or spells and destroy the desk in the short window of time while he wasn't there.

nAnd that was:

nAlthough Mireitte's skills are strong, they are not stealthy – someone would either hear the gusts of wind or see the girls flying around – also, there was no trace of ink anywhere on the Mireitte's clothing prior to the time of the crime.

nStill – even if the initial case would go cold, it definitely wasn't the end - the thing was, there's no way that the bullying would stop.

nThis was just the beginning.

n|...It must have been done by someone with the water attribute or the earth attribute.|

nZoemi was looking at every student in the class, after deciding that it would be best to figure out who the culprit was and be done with it.

nNo matter if they were indifferent or even friendly towards the heroine before, no one could be ruled out.

nWhoever you are, just stay away from my master...!|

nZoemi clicked his tongue and turn towards the teacher.

n|She might have got away with him with those indecent balloons but why can't she just go back to her seat, why the teacher isn't telling her to stay away from him?!|

nSince the big-breasted blond girl thought that she will be safest with Zoemi and she kept close to him as much as possible – Miriette was getting driven completely nuts from jealousy in the process.

nAnd it wasn't just a fit of jealousy caused by her being close to Zoemi.

nThere was a whole list of things that the dark-haired girl found enviable in the commoner girl.

nFor example - Miriette was jealous of the heroine's long flowy hair.

nMiriette always wanted long hair but because of her condition, if she let her hair reach anywhere even slightly beneath her shoulders, it would just look like thousands of snakes ceaselessly coiling around her.

nSecond of all, and interestingly enough, what was driving the tragic villainess mad the most, was that the heroine was a commoner.

nIt had nothing to do with something as low as hating on the people of the lower status though – everything was about the responsibilities – or rather the lack of responsibilities that the blond girl could enjoy.

nCommoners could be wed to lower-class nobles without any trouble.

nZoemi was a lower-class noble - he didn't even have a middle name and was even adopted!

nIf by any chance Zoemi fell for that cow's udders there won't be anything to stop him from leaving with her!

n---

n|That wench has it so much easier!|

nMiriette was stabbing her supper with a fork and looking at her modest chest with a frown.

nShe was on the small side and couldn't be compared to the heroine!

nAs if the dark-haired girl needed any more reasons to resent the blond bimbo!

nMiriette was beginning to regret trying to help out Bur**to - enviable people like her deserve to be bullied!

n|...ugh... I'm such a piece of ** for thinking something so awful... Zoemi would hate me if he could read my mind... No, I need to be bigger than this. I will help out the bond whor... my dear classmate, by putting an end to the bullying and show off my good points to Zoemi!|

nMiriette's shoulders slumped as she was brooding over her difficult character before she suddenly straightened her back with a determined expression.

n