#3

    Onnuri Elementary School was a recently built, new elementary school, and as such, its facilities were very stylish and clean.

    My homeroom teacher for Class 2-5, Ms. Choi Hye-na, was quite tall for a girl. I think she was about 174 cm tall.

    “Your name is Sky. You’re pretty. Hmm… . You transferred from Semi Elementary School… ?”

    She read the academic records carefully, then widened her eyes and looked surprised when she saw the part that said “semi elementary school.”

    Well, that can’t be helped.

    Because, Semi Elementary School is an elementary school that only children from wealthy families attend.

    I never thought that Winter, the special hunter, would handle administrative matters in such a way.

    “Yes.”

    “Oh my… So that’s why you’re dressed like this?”

    Ms. Choi Hye-na.

    How do you understand the fashion sense of these rich girls?

    Anyone can see that this is more like the clothes of a middle school student with attention deficit disorder than the clothes of a rich girl.

    “Yeah… . Well. That’s right.”

    Still, I’m glad that I don’t get treated like I have second-year middle school syndrome because I know they misunderstand.

    I nodded my head and agreed with her words.

    “Ahem. Okay. Then, shall we go introduce ourselves to our friends with the teacher?”

    “Yes, that’s right.”

    “???”

    Oops. Did I speak in an old-fashioned tone?

    Let’s be careful. We have to trick the monster anyway, and also find out its identity.

    If you want to deceive your enemy, you must first deceive your allies, right?

    If Unnie Winter had wanted, she could have revealed the truth to the teacher under the pretext of subduing the monsters, but she didn’t.

    So, they even forged documents to make my age appear to be 12 and sent me there.

    So here, be childish.

    “I’m nervous. What if I get bullied?”

    “Phew. I wondered what he was worried about… . Nope. Haneul is so pretty, there’s no need for that.”

    “Is that so…?”

    “Then~ Ah! If the boys harass our Gyul-woo or something, it’s not because they really hate her. It’s because they like her. Don’t take it too seriously.”

    “Ahaha… . Yes.”

    what….

    Around this time of year, elementary school kids often bully girls they like.

    Of course, because this body is so beautiful, many boys will try to harass me, but hehe. I’m an adult. I don’t get excited or depressed by things like that.

    I followed my homeroom teacher, Choi Hye-na, with a confident smile.

    My classroom is class 2-5!

    The location was relatively close to the teachers’ office.

    By the way, since it’s a new school, the classrooms are really nice.

    Even though it was past school time, the students were making a lot of noise and talking in the classroom.

    Elementary school teachers have to manage these energetic retriever-like guys every day.

    … it’s truly monstrous.

    As the teacher opened the door to Class 2, Grade 5, the noisy classroom instantly became quiet.

    I followed Choi Hye-na, who was leading the way, walking carefully and with graceful movements.

    At the appearance of their new friend, the kids started to whisper amongst themselves, one by one, and before they knew it, these words had piled up and soon the atmosphere became noisy.

    “What? I think you’re a transfer student!”

    “But why are your clothes like that?”

    “Where are you, princess?”

    “Idiot. Where are the princesses in this world these days?”

    “He could be a foreigner!! He even has red hair!”

    Knock knock.

    As the teacher lightly tapped the podium to count the attendance, silence fell upon the classroom again.

    The children’s eyes turned to me, not to the teacher.

    Twinkle, twinkle. I was feeling burdened by the excessively hot gaze.

    “Okay. Today, a transfer student came to visit. Sky, can you introduce yourself?”

    “… Yes. Hi. Guys. My name is Jinha-neul. Let’s get along.”

    I finished my greeting but there was no response. Was it too short? Should I have said it a little longer?

    If the teacher hadn’t said, “Children, clap your hands” to liven up the atmosphere, I would have felt very embarrassed.

    “Get along well with the sky, guys.”

    “Yes~”

    Everyone answered in unison, and I followed the teacher’s suggestion and sat down in an empty seat.

    There was a girl who looked timid as my deskmate, and in the front seat there was a boy who looked quite handsome.

    Of course, even if you say he’s handsome, he’s still far behind Suho.

    … I feel like at some point, the standard for handsomeness for men has become Soo-ho.

    I think my standards have gotten too high… .

    Anyway, I gave a quick hello to the girl who was going to be my partner.

    “Hello?”

    “Ugh, uh. Oh, hello.”

    The guy couldn’t even make eye contact properly and he stuttered. I didn’t complain and just listened to what he said.

    “You heard my name earlier? What’s yours?”

    “Uh, yeah. I, I… . Seo-yul… .”

    “Is your name a foreign character?”

    “Yeah… .”

    What a pretty name.

    It’s the same around me, these days a lot of kids tend to name themselves like that.

    “Ah. I don’t have a textbook. Can you look at it with me?”

    Come to think of it, I bought things like clothes and school supplies at the department store, but I didn’t buy any books.

    Seo-Yul answered by nodding his head silently.

    “Thank you!”

    After that, when the homeroom teacher finished the assembly time and left the room for a moment, the students in the class gathered around me like a swarm of bees! They complimented my beauty and flattered me by saying, “Let’s be friends!” None of those cliché things happened… .

    “??”

    Not a single person got up from their seat. No, rather, the noisy atmosphere from earlier was nowhere to be found, and an oddly quiet atmosphere took over the class.

    ‘What the heck.’

    If a pretty girl like me were to transfer to a new school, wouldn’t it be normal for everyone to immediately come and make a fuss?

    Wasn’t that the privilege of being a TS pretty girl?

    How can I leave you alone like this?

    Somehow I feel wronged.

    I said I would wear clothes that would look good and suit the sensibilities of elementary school students, but I barely managed to come here wearing a gothic lolita dress because I thought I would die from the heat in the middle of summer…!

    Actually, looking at the kids here, there’s no one wearing a dress as flashy and burdensome as mine.

    It’s all because of that guy in the middle of winter… I’m sure of it.

    like that….

    Surprisingly, no one came near me until lunchtime.

    At this point, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

    If you guys ignore the gothic loli girls, I won’t back down either.

    As a gothic loli pretty girl, I’m going to conquer this jungle-like elementary school society. I’m going to become the student body president!!

    And when you become the president of the church,

    This gothic lolita dress is made into an elementary school uniform!

    Men are no exception.

    It’s definitely a gothic lolita dress!

    Hot!

    While I was clenching my fist and making a pledge, my seatmate, Seoyul, called out to me in a mosquito-like voice, saying, “Hey, over there…”

    “Huh? Did you call?”

    “Bar, you’re not going to eat rice…?”

    “You have to eat it.”

    Come to think of it, the kids all ran out to eat.

    But why doesn’t this guy move an inch and just sit there?

    I heard that elementary school students get free meals these days, right?

    “Then… I, can I get up?”

    “Huh? Oh. Okay.”

    “Ugh, yeah… .”

    The guy who carefully got up from his seat still kept an eye on me and stamped his feet.

    Ah! … By any chance, were you waiting for me?

    “Ah. Are you going to take me to the cafeteria?”

    “Ugh, uh… .”

    “Thank you~! You’re such a good kid!”

    Seo-yul answered with a shy smile, her face turning red.

    Okay… Well, I made a friend on the first day, so it’s okay.

    In this way, the Onnuri Elementary School Gothic Lolita Uniform Promotion Operation has taken its first step.

    Ahahaha.

    #4

    When I first heard that there was a monster hiding among the students, I thought it was not a difficult request.

    As Unnie Winter said, if we spend time together pretending to be students, he will naturally start to reveal his mysteries, and I just have to sense it and let Unnie Winter know.

    But, as I spent time in the classroom like this, I started to have a hunch.

    This may be a more difficult problem than I thought.

    ‘How good are you at hiding things?’

    I searched secretly with my various artifacts, but I was bewildered because there was no sign of it at all.

    I tried to spread some mystery a bit provocatively, but there was no response from the other person. At this point, I was wondering how Unnie Winter had realized that there was a monster hiding here, and if she had misunderstood. I was starting to have such doubts.

    So I asked Winter Unnie several times if it was really true that I was hiding here, and if there was some mistake. But all I got in return was that this was the right place.

    “What the hell is right? Ugh… .”

    “Uh, huh? What, what did you say?”

    “Huh? No! I was just talking to myself.”

    “Ugh, uh. Um… .”

    “Huh?”

    “Lee, class is over now… .”

    “Oh. Really? Thanks!”

    Ugh. I’m tired. I should hurry and go home. Ah. Now that I think about it, this isn’t Gaeseong, so I can’t go to the workshop either…

    But since Winter Unnie found a room for me… I guess I can go there.

    Ha. By the way, I only made one friend. I think her name was Seo-yul?

    A timid little friend.

    If I make a lot of friends quickly, wouldn’t it be easier to find the monster?

    I should be more active tomorrow.

    Of course, wearing a gothic lolita dress!

    It would be humiliating to take off your dress here!

    “Hi. Seoyul~ See you tomorrow!”

    “Uh, yeah? Hey, over there!”

    I disappeared in a hurry before I could even hear her call.

    But I didn’t know. That it was my mistake… .

    “My, tomorrow… is the school’s anniversary… .”

    Only the hollow voice of such a melody echoed.

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