27 Another Play (2/2)
”What is going on here?” The woman was a person that Arnin knew. She had a smile on her face that was very bright. Her eyes, however didn't show the smile, which only Arnin was able to notice.
”Miss Fae, nothing is going on. Only a little problem has occurred with this thief, nothing to get yourself involved for.” The old teacher switched his personality immediately. There was a smile on his face that reached his ears and his chest was puffed out like a warrior who was getting selected. (Author note: So much for being impartial. Smh)
”Thief? I know this boy. What did he steal?” Fae smiled when she saw the current Arnin. It was shocking to see him acting in such a way, however she picked up the acting right away. Arnin, however wasn't too pleased with Fae's entrance. He didn't like her or feel that she was genuine. Her arrival where he was did not mean anything good.
”Umm, these two stones are Sir Xillar's. I believe that he stole them from another person, which is why he has them.” The old teacher's voice was slightly trembling as sweat drenched his back. If Fae knew Arnin, then he might just be walking into his own grave.
”So, that's the case? Well, where is your evidence?” Fae looked at the old teacher with a pleasant smile, however this only caused the old teacher's spine to tremble.
”About that, I don't have any. I just assumed.” His voice was shaky as he spoke.
”You assumed? Who gave you the authority to do something like assume?” Fae continued to question with her pretty voice.
”No one, Miss. I thought that since they couldn't come through Getek's stones, they might have stolen some from someone else. I am sorry.” The old teacher felt a pressuring aura encompass him.
Arnin watched everything happen with a frown. He didn't believe the woman would help him through such a situation for free. Although he could deny her, if she intended on killing him, he would need to release his own powers, which was detrimental to his reason for reincarnating.
”Gil, why did you call me here?” Suddenly, another person joined the fun. Xillar walked out from the gate with a frown. When Fae saw Xillar coming, her smile lessened.
”Well, since someone has come to solve the problem, I will take my leave.” Fae vanished mysteriously. Arnin grumbled when he saw her leave, however he felt his battle instincts reduce when she left, which was good news to him.
”Sir Xillar, I was just doing my job, but these people claimed that you gave them your quota stones. I didn't believe it and was about to remove them, however Miss Fae came and began to question me.” The old teacher spoke to Xillar in a complaning manner, almost like a child crying to their parents. Arnin and the rest of the crowd began to curse the old teacher because of his shamelessness.
”Miss Fae was here? Where did she go?” Xillar was surprised to hear about Fae, but couldn't find her anywhere.
Arnin became even more suspicious about Fae's identity. She was feared by the old teacher and even Xillar seemed to hold her in high regard.
”She was right here… where did she go?” The old teacher found that she was gone, so he began to panic, however Xillar waved his hand to quiet him down.
”So, someone stole my stones? Who could that… Arnin?” Xillar looked around and was surprised to see Arnin with a tear filled face. He panicked at first before his face was completely red. He placed his hand on his mouth as tears came out and his eyes filled with water.
”Hahaha! Arnin, what happened to your face?” Xillar couldn't hold himself back as laughter bursted out. He held his stomach as he looked at the childlike Arnin. Who could have imagined that this very child was about to go toe to toe with him over a couple of stones?
Arnin didn't have much of a reaction towards Xillar's laughter. He only took his hand and wiped the 'tears' on his face.
”Can you hurry up and get these two signed up? I have been waiting for a while now.” Arnin reverted back to his informal way of speaking.
”Yeah, alright. Gil, come here and sign them up. Don't call me unless something major happens. Arnin, I will see you in a bit. I am going to go and handle some small affairs.” Xillar was just about to go when Arnin appeared in front of him. ”What is it?” Xillar became confused.
”I have a question for you, teacher Xillar. Have you signed me up for the Mark Master class, or any of my classes yet?” Arnin felt that something was off. Xillar reacted really weirdly to him when Xillar was releasing his aura. He was happy, and then became a threat, and then became joyful once again. Arnin felt something was up.
”Not yet. Something came up, so I got busy. Why?” Xillar was still confused why Arnin was asking such a question. No one could hear what they were talking about, which also made Xillar suspect something was off.
Arnin smiled and walked past Xillar, however he stopped right behind him for a second.
”I hope that whatever you were busy with, or whoever you were discussing things with, doesn't concern me. If it does, then…” Arnin didn't finish, and just continued to walk.
No one noticed, but Xillar's face was drenched in sweat. When Arnin walked past him, he released a very threatening and piercing aura, which traveled to the depths of his orb. It was something extremely frightening. Xillar turned his head around and looked at Arnin before vanishing.
”This kid is too frightening. He must be hiding his true powers and even something more… threatening. I must report back.” Xillar ran through the hill, towards the academy, however just as he was about to approach the top of the hill, someone appeared. It was Fae.
”Xillar, it seems you are in a hurry to report something? Before you go, let me give you a present.” Fae vanished from her post and appeared before Xillar. Her slender finger tapped onto his forehead, causing him to fall onto the ground. Fae then vanished from the area with a wicked smile.
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A few minutes passed before Xillar slowly got up from the ground. He looked around to see where he was.”What am I doing here? I needed to report something to the principal, but… what was it?”