Ch.180That NPC Oppa’s Little Sister (1)

Anyway, I understood what the Dean wanted to say, and I agreed with it. The educational policy decided for Ira going forward was to ensure that she wouldn’t notice her own uniqueness and talents as much as possible.

Well, it was like a parent’s—or perhaps an older sister’s—wish for young Ira to have at least one year of normal academy life.

“But I’m surprised. I thought someone like you would have seen Ira’s talent and tried to develop it unconditionally.”

“What you saw was correct. If her uniqueness had only been in that practical exam, I would have considered doing just that.”

After finishing my conversation with the Dean, I was following her as a temporary secretary, while Ray had returned home.

Since guardians also attend on entrance ceremony day, they would have a brief orientation divided by class before going home. I had actually seen children who came with their parents excitedly discussing what they wanted for lunch or what gifts they hoped for as entrance celebration.

That was my blind spot—who would have thought there would be gifts for kids to celebrate their admission? My research was insufficient.

Ira would have to celebrate without her beloved brother, but that’s precisely why we couldn’t be careless about it. So Ray went home first to prepare various things.

“Hmm. When you say you would have done that if it was just the practical exam, you’re talking about Ira’s spirit affinity, right?”

“Yes, and her magical power is also an issue. But right now, her affinity is the important part. Currently, with that golem by her side, lower spirits hardly approach her, but mid-level spirits still wander nearby. I was planning to have her make contracts with them and develop her abilities, but…”

She interlaced her hands to form a bird shape and moved it as if checking whether I knew what she meant. I simply shrugged.

As expected of the Dean—she had already noticed that Piyo was a top-tier spirit?

“…Originally, spirits take forms close to nature that match their attribute. But when one takes the form of an animal, anyone with knowledge of spirits—not just me—would notice.”

“At this point, I’m curious which parts of Ira aren’t special.”

“…Well. Perhaps the fact that despite having such special constitution and intellect, she appears to be an ordinary girl on the surface?”

“She’s not exactly ordinary in cuteness either.”

“What frightens me is that apart from her cute appearance, there’s nothing about her that falls within the realm of ordinary.”

The Dean had indeed changed a lot since I first met her, just as Jack had said.

Even though Ray and I continued to show hostility and say hurtful things, she would bitterly laugh it off as karma for her actions. And the fact that she seemed more concerned about Ira having a peaceful school life during her childhood than developing her talents—she seemed like a different person.

Reevaluating her as we walked, we arrived at the Class A faculty office.

She entered first, and as I followed, the Dean immediately snapped her fingers.

“Hmm, it’s been about 15 years since I last stood at the podium.”

“…My, is that your younger appearance?”

The Dean’s blood-red hair had shortened to a bob, and not only had her hair changed, but her middle-aged skin with wrinkles had also reverted to that of someone in their early to mid-twenties. The transformation was so complete that her magical power and even her aura made her seem like an entirely different person.

Moreover, her eyesight must have improved as she removed her glasses and placed them in a drawer, then immediately began preparing several sheets of paper.

Hmm. I know transformation magic is quite high-level, yet she can do it with just a snap of her fingers. It seems the position of Dean wasn’t obtained through mere child’s play.

And so, she began preparing not as the Dean but as “Class A’s homeroom professor,” and I stood beside her, checking the teaching materials.

Hmm, all these problems are from the books I taught Ira.

“Alright, we’re ready to go. I’ll introduce you as a new teaching assistant.”

“…Dean’s temporary secretary and new teaching assistant. Well, that works for me.”

“Just to be clear, setting aside the secretary duties, you’ll need to properly fulfill your assistant duties.”

“Don’t worry. If needed, I’ll handle all the secretarial work too.”

Being by Ira’s side would make it easier to both protect and educate her. Moreover, if I could act as a professor’s assistant, I could personally help conceal Ira’s talents—it wouldn’t be difficult. Rather, this was exactly what I had hoped for. With that in mind, I took some of the papers she had gathered, and as we were about to leave the faculty office…

*BANG BANG!!*

“P-Professor!! I’m Latina from Class A!! Th-there’s a fight in our classroom!!!”

“…Is it common for kids to fight on their first day?”

“I’ve been teaching for about 20 years, but this is a first for me. A new pattern of situation at this age—it might be difficult to adapt.”

Hearing the urgent voice of the female student once more, we immediately burst through the faculty office door and headed toward the classroom while listening to the girl’s explanation.

*

[That was a clean attack. The jaw, and then finishing with a strike to the solar plexus. As expected of Master’s little sister.]

When Ira intervened, Gor was more concerned about whether he should step in himself rather than being surprised.

However, seeing the opponent’s level, Gor determined it would be meaningless to worry and decided to observe how Ira would handle the situation.

“Grace, is your arm okay?”

“Y-yeah. But are you okay? Your fist…”

“Hehe, I’m fine! I trained with my sister and brother!”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

Young Lady Ira clenched her tiny fist and smiled brightly, and the atmosphere around her completely froze.

Of course it would. A cute little girl who knocked out boys a head taller than her with a single punch each. And her movements were probably too fast for them to even see properly.

While I think using violence on the first day isn’t ideal, they were the ones picking strange fights. Rather than being intimidated from the start and pushed into a position of weakness, I judged it better to clearly demonstrate that she had the strength to protect herself.

So, my job is…

“Y-you crazy golem!! Let go of me right now?!!”

“Young master!! Young master is sprawled out like a stone-struck frog!!! What is this deranged golem?!!”

To block the adults who appeared to be servants of the boys who had been bullying Lady Ira’s friend.

But is it normal to refer to your “young master” as sprawled out like a frog?

Holding the back of their necks as they wailed, I quietly watched the classroom from the corridor. Meanwhile, Ira approached the girl named Grace and began holding her hand.

“Your arm must hurt a lot, right? I’m sorry. I knocked someone down during the exam, but I didn’t expect this to happen.”

“Um, yeah… No, that… Did you use your fists in the exam too?”

“No, a spirit knocked them down then!”

“Oh, r-really? You didn’t use any underhanded methods…?”

“I didn’t use anything like that!”

“Really? Oh, okay. I’m fine, so… you can let go of my hand…”

“No! I’m sorry! You became my friend, and I should have stepped in sooner!!”

“Ugh…!!”

Lady Ira nobly continued to hold her hand while looking at her arm with concern, worried it might be hurting. She even drooped her eyebrows and made her violet eyes, like the Milky Way, begin to glisten as if she were truly sorry.

And seeing Lady Ira like this, the girl named Grace blushed with embarrassment. It’s heartwarming, but surely she’s not doing this deliberately?

[If it is deliberate, the culprit who taught her would be Ragni.]

Anyway, Lady Ira’s pitiful yet adorable appearance was having a good effect. Not only was the girl named Grace blushing, but other students around them were also beginning to whisper that this child didn’t seem like she could have done anything bad.

Especially the boys.

“A-ahem! If you’re that sorry, then b-buy me some cafeteria food later. I’ll forgive you for that.”

“Oh, really?! Okay! I’ll talk to my sister and buy it for you!!”

“Urgh!!”

When Lady Ira brightened up and smiled at the offer of forgiveness, the young lady clutched her chest with her free hand, seemingly troubled by her own conscience.

That’s right—our Lady Ira didn’t do anything wrong, so what is there to forgive? How rude.

As the situation was wrapping up with Lady Ira’s cute behavior and the three collapsed boys as backdrop…

“What is all this commotion on the first day of admission?”

“Huh?! A-are you Class A’s professor?! What is this golem?! Order it to leave immediately!!”

“The girl who beat up our young master is right there!! Expel her immediately!! Otherwise…!!!”

“Otherwise what? Who are you to interfere with the students and academy affairs?”

“”Ugh?!!””

Huh? The rejuvenated Dean?

If I hadn’t seen her status window, even I wouldn’t have noticed the transformation magic the Dean used to appear as a professor, now applying magical pressure to the two who were making a fuss.

Behind her was Ragni, who seemed to be in disguise with her blue hair tied up and wearing glasses, signaling with her eyes to ask what was going on. I shrugged and gestured with my chin toward the classroom interior.

“You two are registered as servants for Class A students, correct? Listen carefully—this is a place of learning for students, not a playground for your noble power struggles. If you dare use your limited brains and tongues to interfere with academy affairs one more time, I will expel all your masters’ children on the spot.”

“Huk! Huk!!”

“Haak!! What is this… hup?!”

The moment the Dean’s pressure lifted, the servant immediately tried to protest, but he quickly swallowed his words and shut his mouth when faced with the Dean’s murderous glare.

What a shame. It would have been nice if he had continued talking and gotten them expelled.

“Now, I want whoever was involved to raise their hand and explain what happened.”

“Ah, well… that…”

Even when looking for those involved, the boys who had charged at her were still unconscious. The girl named Grace, who was a direct party, was trembling and afraid to speak.

Well, if she had only been a victim of violence, she might have been able to speak up confidently, but with Ira’s intervention, it had become a mutual fault situation.

Moreover, as the top-ranked entrant, receiving demerits on the first day would certainly be frightening…

“I did it! Pro…!! Professor!! I hit those boys!!!”

Lady Ira stepped forward, shielding the girl named Grace, and raised her hand to answer. Unlike her usual cute demeanor, she looked incredibly dignified.