38 Masaka, the Underlord (2/2)
(Short story, they think they are the good guys and there are some clear differences between what was told and the final result. Especially the end of the Kingdom of Pankow, there is something fishy there. After that, apparently, an elder lich woke up in the desert of the Synnada Empire, proclaiming to claim this land for its master. The lich was called Ptolekh, his master should be Ma'aka, the Underlord. However, this lord should be one of the dark gods but I have no recollection of someone like that in the Demonic Army. Even Ptolekh is foreign for me but he caused a massive disturbance in the huge Empire, so big that the Republic of Avenio was born because of it. After that, it was some useless talk about writing and reading for commoners.)
Following the report of the Viscount, she tried to remember the two names she got. Ma'aka and Ptolekh didn't ring any bell to her either but it was expected. She knew they were foreigners like her, but not necessarily from the same nation. ”As for the dates?”
(Thousands of years for the Age of Darkness and less than four hundreds of years for the Birth of the Lick King. Yes, the one responsible for that name was clearly too enthusiastic.)
Leilade shook her head at this name. She wasn't the best at naming things, but that name was still weird. However, the rest of the class was fine with that, not that it really mattered. Since it was a part of the lesson that was so interesting that even some nobles were sleeping, she decided to do that same. She wondered what will be the notification for the end of class.
”[Cold Wind].”
She got it. A violent squall was spreading in the large room, entering even the tight clothes of the boys. That instantly woke up everyone that was lazing on their desks and even caught by surprises the three in front and the princess.The old woman grinned at the sight of the screaming and sobbing girls and some of the frailest boys. It was a wonder how such a sadistic magician managed to be allowed to teach the new students. Or maybe it was exactly that reason.
”SHUT UP MAGGOTS!” Once again, another back and forth between the teacher making everything to make the children scream and cry and right after that, her loud shout to silence them. Besides some late to understand that got a very special treatment, everyone quickly bit their mouths, not daring to make another sound.
”Apparently, the huge honor of explaining the rest of day was given to me. That old bastard Moo can be considered as an excellent teacher but don't be a fool. Later, you will understand. Just heed my warning and everything will be fine. Anyway, it is still early in the morning, so you will have your probable favorite class. Magic. Where you will be able to cast a pitiful flame not even capable of warming your hand. For the best of you. As for the afternoon, nothing yet. In the latter days, you will have more things to do, but now, just enjoy your last days of freedom. As for the morons and illiterates, I advise you to start patching your lack of brain now. Now, be gone.”
Her acid tone prompted the kids to not rush outside and they only walk quickly toward the only exit. No one wanted to be detained any longer and only after getting a few meters away did they sigh happily and looked at their cards. Leilade was the last to leave but the first to arrive since it was quite far away. The numerous corridors and stairs coupled with the messy sense of orientation managed to lost half of the class in a few minutes. The huge problem was the tri-dimensional arrows on the card. In the end, she arrived on the second floor and at the very end of the corridor, alone. It took a few seconds for the three descendant of the magus to leave the stairs and march toward her.
After that, they waited a minute or so, in an awkward silence. They had no instructions this time, so they had no idea if they could enter right away or had to wait for everyone. Also, Jorien was a bit embarrassed by their behavior under the tree and after that, the petty trap that they created for the silent girl, even if it clearly backfired on them. Unlike Leodagan, the two siblings didn't have a lot of prejudges about the commoners, besides their complete lack of etiquette and knowledge. So, Jorien tried to make peace with Leilade.
”Hum, sorry about what we said.” As she apologized, only two cold blue eyes stared at her. She couldn't help but feel that she was looking at a monster that was capable of eating her alive without any problem. She froze on the spot and only because Leodagan exclaimed about the incoming Ronald and Istuienn did she managed to wake up. She quickly diverted her gaze away from Leilade and saw the slightly worried face of her brother. Only after noticing her cold sweats dripping from her forehead did she swipe them off. During the entire time where the rest of the children arrived, she didn't look at Leilade once.