episode_0103

“I had something to say to you, but it’s good that it worked out.”

The girl, slightly shorter than me, sniffed as if in disdain, and swept her short hair back once.

“What do you want to say?”

“Apologize. Right now.”

“Apologize for what?”

“For talking nonsense about Lager. And spreading rumors.”

She scoffed with a mocking expression, shrugging her shoulders.

“I didn’t. I didn’t do that. Did you see it? Hear it?”

“Do I have to see and hear it? The looks I’ve been getting since coming in here all feel like that.”

“If you feel that way even though I haven’t said anything, maybe there’s something wrong with your perception.”

“Is this really necessary? Why are you so worked up since this morning?”

The atmosphere turned hostile, and the attention of those around us began to focus on us.

Despite this, the girl, instead of feeling burdened, provocatively raised her voice even more towards me.

“Do you want to be humiliated in front of your husband? Huh? Did you really not do anything wrong last time?”

“Why do you trust me so little?”

“Why do you act so clueless? You’re not at a level where you can trust your husband, who is just a low-tier Purple Teir, I am.”

She pushed my shoulder.

Even though I was pushed back slightly, I glared at her fiercely, and she glared back at me with bloodshot eyes.

“You’re not looking at me? Acting like a prostitute begging to be taken in from the warehouse…!”

Before she could finish her sentence.

“This damn woman.”

Lager, with eyes filled with rage, charged towards her like an angry lion.

“Lager, wait, calm down!”

Just before he could grab her by the hair, I grabbed his waist and managed to pull him away.

But Lager was so angry that it wasn’t easy to calm him down.

“Let go. Let go! I’ll kill her.”

Even with his threatening words, she didn’t flinch and instead growled even more.

“Kill me? You? Where do you think you can easily humiliate me like that, like the prostitute you took in…!”

“Have you finished talking? I’ll really tear you apart. Let go!!”

Normally, when people shout “let go,” they don’t actually want to fight, so if you try to let go, it becomes awkward, but right now, I can’t let go because it feels like he might actually kill the woman in front of him.

In the end, she was originally a woman, but since she’s in a state of being a male, I don’t want to give her the title of ‘a man who hits women.’

“Feeling wronged? If you were wronged, you should have lived quietly, right? Like a common thug who doesn’t know his place…!”

So, hitting women.

That’s my job now that I’ve turned into a female.

I let go of Lager’s hand and turned my body lightning-fast.

And with all my strength, I slapped her cheek.

“What?!”

She saw through my attempt to slap her and raised her arm to block it lightly.

Before her hand could come down to block, the hand that was blocked by her arm.

Crack!

“Ahhhh!!”

The attack went through without being blocked, accompanied by an unpleasant sound.

As if trying to block a car rushing towards her with just her arm, the arm that was trying to defend against the attack ended up breaking.

I should have stopped there.

But for some reason, my blood surged backwards, and I was not in my right mind.

“I told you not to disrespect my husband.”

I grabbed her by the collar, with all my strength.

“I told you not to, did I not?!”

I landed a clean hit slap on her face.

With a sound that was hard to believe came from a slap, she was slammed onto the floor.

It wasn’t a metaphor; she was really slammed onto the floor so hard it seemed like it would crack.

At first glance, it was a ridiculous posture, but no one dared to laugh at her as she lay there writhing with her limbs splayed out.

The entire restaurant froze.

But the most bewildered one was me.

‘…Why did I hit her so hard?’

*

Anyway, here we go again.

Another disciplinary committee.

“Ahh!!!!!!!!!”

It hasn’t even been six months yet, how many times is this now!

“Eil Chloe Sangdo. Is it really appropriate to cause such a serious incident right after re-enrolling?”

Marguerite, the female instructor who had embarrassed me by grabbing my tail last time, frowned and muttered.

In response, the male instructor ‘Pride C’ sitting opposite me stood up to defend me.

“Instructor. There must have been a reason for that.”

“Is there a situation where it’s okay to use violence against a fellow student? And Eil Chloe Sangdo is lower in rank than Estelle Sangdo.”

So, the girl who got hit by me today is Estelle. She’s higher in rank than me… But how does she know that? I don’t have a rank right now. Is it based on the old standards?

“Um, but….”

I tried to ask about that part, but Dakota, who was sitting next to me, quietly grabbed my wrist.

“Miss Chloe, wait. The instructors haven’t given you the floor to speak yet.”

As a leader, what does Dakota think about this situation?

I was slightly worried that this might be a good opportunity for me to get in trouble.

“Instructor. According to the information gathered by the leadership team at the time, Estelle Sangdo made remarks in front of everyone that could be considered verbal abuse and sexual humiliation, which led Chloe Sangdo to lose her temper and commit violence.”

“And?”

“Many people witnessed their loved one being humiliated in public. And it included sexual remarks.”

Saying that, she glanced at me once and added, “Even I wouldn’t have been able to stay quiet.”

Surprisingly, she defended me. Maybe because of the tangled relationships?

After various discussions, I found it difficult to understand the stories that were exchanged.

After a boring wait, the disciplinary committee took a short break. Not even finished, and they’re taking a break. It’s the first time I’ve experienced this in my life.

“Oh, I want to smoke….”

The stress was overwhelming, and the urge to smoke surged, causing me to clench and unclench my fists throughout the time I was waiting. Dakota looked at me with a strange expression.

“Is he really that good that you would even quit smoking for him?”

Why are you asking that?

It’s hard to answer.

“…Yeah.”

Looking at me nodding my head with a sullen expression, Dakota let out a faint sigh.

And perhaps thinking that he brought up the topic for no reason, he changed the subject.

“The instructors must be feeling overwhelmed.”

“Is that why they’re going to discuss it again?”

“Rather than that, they probably think it’s inappropriate to discuss it in front of the students.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Turning towards me with a smirk, Dakota put his hand in his pocket.

“Fractured skull and jaw, dislocated shoulder, shattered bone under the elbow, and even eye damage.”

“Ugh….”

“If all these injuries were caused by two slaps to the face, no one would believe it, but it’s the truth, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

Listening to it, it’s really horrifying.

“But the big issue right now is not that you caused someone this injury by hitting them.”

I tilted my head at the unfamiliar words.

“What do you mean?”

“The reason the instructors are troubled right now is because the student who sustained such a serious injury was ‘too strong.’”

“To what extent?”

“Tier Gray.”

Ah, I see.

It’s starting to make sense.

The fact that a violent incident occurred is undeniable, and there are too many witnesses. Furthermore, the injuries are severe, with the victim in critical condition.

But the student who suffered these serious injuries is Tier Gray.

In simple terms, they were a skilled individual directly under the instructors.

How should they handle this powerful individual who was aiming for an instructor position but was brought down with just two slaps?

Expulsion?

Dealing with someone with such formidable power is too risky, and it would result in significant loss of power within the academy.

But lenient punishment?

The students’ backlash would be significant.

The situation has become so complicated all because of me.

Because I am too strong.

“What exactly happened?”

“I don’t know. If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn’t have hit them so hard.”

That was the truth.

Not that it mattered much.

“Shall we go back in now?”

The weather is cold, and the break time is ending. We entered the building once again.

I don’t know what happened, but there are some clues. It’s probably because of that female fallen score or something.

Becoming a powerful individual by accumulating 5,000 points. I thought it was just getting more promiscuous, but to think there would be such side effects. It’s bewildering yet somewhat reassuring.

‘Wait, if this speculation is correct…’

If you become a fallen to the extreme, could you become incredibly strong…?

Experimenting.

…Would be unreasonable.

I have to return to Earth once I accumulate 10,000 points. I need to continue accumulating points, but from now on, I need to control the speed to some extent.

The disciplinary committee instructors seemed to have finished their deliberation. Now, the instructor sitting at the end of the long table pronounced in a solemn voice.

“Student Ale Cloie. In addition to 15 days of detention, you are demoted by one tier.”

“However, considering that the student currently has no assigned tier.”

“Before the detention, a special tier assessment outside the regular period will be conducted.”