Chapter 112 Today Is Not Her Day 2 (1/2)

No one is supposed to remind the professor about her forgotten report shit!

The professor, upon hearing the student's word, stopped in his tracks and turned around abruptly.

”Well then, Miss Ingrid, forgive me for not remembering. I rarely give out any homeworks to do since the topics are usually easy for the lower classes so, I see no point in giving something that they already learned anyways.”

Inna inwardly rolled her eyes.

”Now, please do submit your detailed essay regarding those assigned chapters.”

Hearing these words, Inna froze on the spot.

Shit. What am I supposed to do?!

When the professor noticed her not responding, he frowned deeply.

”Miss Ingrid?”

Inna shakily smiled.

”I don--”

”Ehem.…”

A cough echoed around the room. Then, a voice suddenly spoke up.

”My apologies. It seems that this little one dropped her papers by the halls.”

Inna looked at the direction where it originated and she was shocked to see Ulima by the door clutching a thick wad of papers.

She looked at his sudden appearance with confusion.

Meanwhile, Ulima ignored Inna's questioning gaze as he muttered a spell. The thick bundle of papers on his hand suddenly floated gracefully towards Inna.

The professor and Inna were both equally surprised with Ulima's sudden presence. But as soon as Inna recieved the papers, she momentarily stopped questioning it and just reveled on the fact that she was saved. After a few seconds of smiling smugly in her mind, she finally looked at the papers on her hands.

And well, let's just say that being shocked was an understatement for her at that moment.

Aside from the weird fact that Ulima knew about her essay and basically every homework she had, it eerily looked like her handwriting as well.

”H-how…” She muttered to herself.

'A little birdy told me.'

She heard Ulima's voice inside her head as she felt the black diamond that she keeps hidden in her robes pulsate.

A what?

Wait, how the hell….

How are you in my mind right now?!

'You seem to forget that that stone came from me. Such a brief memory similar to an old lady.'

Inna pried her eyes away from her papers, just in time to see him sigh across the room as he lightly conversed with the other professor. Meanwhile, the rest of the students figured that the drama ended already so they groaned in dismay before slowly going out of the class.

But Inna still stood there, clutching her papers while looking at Ulima in confusion.

But how?