A middle-aged woman in a dark robe sat on a chair in the room, her face filled with an anxious and angry expression. A golden academy badge was pinned to her collar, completely different from the silver badges worn by the students—she was our first-year dormitory supervisor.
“How could something like this happen on the very first day of school?!”
There was an unpleasant tone in her voice.
There were four teachers in this office, and several members of the student council had already left.
“The report I received was that a physical altercation took place in the first-floor corridor,” another dormitory supervisor said, keeping her voice low but her tone no less stern. “They said that Miss Aldheim, you laid hands on Miss Horn. Is this true?”
“...” Wow, what a muddy mess.
“Miss Aldheim!” Her voice grew somewhat harsher. “Please explain yourself first!”
Seeing that I remained silent, she repeated her question.
We were all reflecting in isolation. I was the first to be questioned, while the other three sat in separate cubicles.
“It's true,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because she hit my friend, Misha.”
The moment those words left my mouth, I suddenly felt a wave of discomfort, and I quickly understood its source—Providence.
Come to think of it, none of my actions earlier had caused any trouble, so why was my chest burning now, as if trying to force me to take back those words?
Uh... could it be the word “friend”?
In the original work, Misha was indeed never treated as a friend by Loris. But what about my considerate behavior in the dormitory building just now?
Could it be that my earlier actions were classified as showing consideration to a subordinate, so they didn't trigger any judgment? But now that I was calling a follower my “friend,” Providence was stepping in to correct it.
Yeah... I think that must be it.
After all, my character setting is a rampaging villainous daughter. Did my series of actions just now make me look pretty bad? Perhaps. After all, I did hit someone quite violently, even if my stance was morally justified.
“Your friend was hit?” The dormitory supervisor caught the key point, sensing the scent of bullying.
“Not exactly... anyway, I had my reasons.” Once I corrected myself, the burning sensation in my chest vanished.
“Then you should have reported it to the dormitory office instead of taking matters into your own hands!” Her voice suddenly rose. “This is the Royal Knight and Magic Academy, not the Aldheim Ducal Domain! The academy has its own rules. When disputes arise between students, they must be resolved through official channels, not—”
“Teacher.”
I interrupted her, my voice remaining calm.
“First of all, the injury on Miss Noren's face was caused by her striking first.”
I raised my finger and pointed toward Misha. Through the magical glass, she kept her head lowered, her light brown hair obscuring her face, yet those two red, swollen handprints remained glaringly obvious.
The dormitory supervisor's gaze fell upon them.
“Miss Horn slapped Miss Noren twice.”
“It was because Miss Noren asked her to return personal belongings that had been taken without permission. Not only did she refuse to return them, but she also laid hands on her, claiming she was ‘teaching her manners.’
“I couldn't stand by and watch, so I hit her.”
“Besides, those things were gifts from me to her, and she treasures them dearly. Am I supposed to just sit by and do nothing when someone destroys what others cherish?”
As my words fell, the dormitory supervisor's expression shifted repeatedly. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the magical crystal ball on her desk.
It didn't light up, meaning everything I said was the truth.
Although it was only a decent-quality magical tool that would be useless against slightly more powerful mages, there was absolutely no way these students could hide anything from it.
“Miss Aldheim, you may—go back for now.”
Hearing this, I left the dormitory building's office interrogation room.
However, a thought occurred to me...
I should make a request later to have Misha switch dorms to be with me. It just so happened that the little green tea had also been dragged into this, so the dormitory supervisor would have no reason to refuse.
...
Half an hour later.
“...I will report this matter in full detail to the dean. As for Miss Horn, I will also deal with her strictly. But before the specific disciplinary action is handed down, the four of you—especially Miss Aldheim—must exercise restraint.”
“Yes.” “Okay.” “I understand.”
“Wait, I have a question.”
Half an hour later, the individual interrogations had all concluded.
The four of us involved were now gathered here. Some felt guilty, some were in pain, some were grateful, while I raised an objection.
“Can we change dormitory rooms?” I asked.
Currently, Margaret and Misha were roommates, while I was roommates with the little green tea, Vera. We were clearly divided into two opposing factions, and mixing us up like this would definitely lead to more trouble.
Hearing this, Vera couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. From her initial confusion, she had now realized what she had been forced into. If they remained in the same room, she would definitely be targeted by this little sprout.
Hearing this, the dormitory supervisor took a deep breath. After some careful consideration, she realized this was something she could decide on, so she nodded.
“We'll change them.”
“There's another question...” Misha squeezed out a whisper. “Will I be expelled?”
“No, you won't. You are the victim, and the responsibility for this matter has nothing to do with you. If you can shake hands and make peace, this matter will end here. If anything similar happens in the future, the person bullying you will definitely be expelled.”
“And as for Miss Horn, if you cannot obtain Misha's forgiveness, you will likely be suspended for a period, or perhaps even expelled.”
Margaret suddenly shuddered.
“Forgiveness?”
“After all, you did something extremely malicious,” the dormitory supervisor's voice was incredibly serious.
Margaret hung her head, while I gloated from the side.
“Miss Loris, don't celebrate too early either. If you cannot obtain Miss Horn's forgiveness, you will also receive corresponding punishment, though it won't be as severe as hers.”
With that, my smile quickly stiffened.
“I will never forgive her!” Margaret pointed at me, enunciating every word.
I couldn't care less. “Whatever. But aren't you going to beg for forgiveness? After all, you're the one facing expulsion.”
Margaret's face turned unsightly. She looked at Misha, who was still suffering from a bit of PTSD and sadly averted her gaze.
“I...” Margaret seemed to grit her teeth.
“Such a half-hearted apology won't earn you forgiveness,” the dormitory supervisor spoke from the side.
I realized that the dormitory supervisor seemed to intend for us to shake hands and make peace right here. After all, it was the first day of school—why make things so ugly?
Margaret hesitated to speak, clutching her skirt tightly.
As one of the involved parties, Vera didn't actually need to apologize to anyone, but she sat there feeling extremely restless. After all, she had been dragged into this. She used to get along well with Margaret and often joined her in hating Loris, but now she felt a bit resentful toward Margaret for dumping that damn thing onto her.
Talk about bad luck.
“How about this... you forgive Miss Loris, and then Miss Misha forgives you. That way, none of you will have to undergo reflection. Of course, this is merely my suggestion as a teacher to make things easier for everyone, but the final decision still rests with Miss Misha.”
“I...” Misha glanced at me and nodded. “If Margaret is willing not to hold Miss Loris accountable, then I will forgive her.”
Margaret was temporarily at a loss for words. She had just declared that she would never forgive me under any circumstances, and now she had made a complete fool of herself.
“...”
After a deeply humiliating and submissive apology, Margaret gnashed her teeth in fury.
“I-I'm sorry!” She bowed ninety degrees toward me.
The matter was resolved without any further mishap.
“In the future, don't let me catch you, or you, doing this kind of thing again,” the dormitory supervisor said with great authority.
The four of us left the dormitory office together. It seemed this matter had been suppressed and would not escalate any further.
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