Chapter 652: The Strange Girl [Part 2]
Creasing his forehead into a grim frown, Northern used a finger to push the girl's head, shoving her backward in an ungentlemanly manner.
The girl looked like she was naturally a blank person, almost like a robot. There was something about her that screamed Raven.
They did not have the same hair, neither did they have the same eyes or body structure or even height. Raven was more... womanly...
'I can't believe I am calling her womanly right now.'
...this girl, however, looked childish and did not look as cold as Raven always did.
She also looked too innocent to be compared to Raven.
What she truly radiated was unannounced strength. There was an aura that shrouded her in an atmosphere of power.
... Just like how her speed had surpassed his eyes.
Maybe he was a bit distracted, so he didn't see when she moved. However, she had been standing there the whole time, and he did not even sense her presence.
There was no mistaking it—the girl was strong!
She wore the white uniform of the Combative school, so Northern already knew where she came from.
The question, however, was what she was doing here in the non-Combative school, much more in Eleina's private smithy.
"Who are you... and what are you doing here?"
Northern's tone this time dripped with venom.
The girl looked more intensely at Northern and cocked her head left, like a cute white puppy, then right again.
Finally, words came out of her small mouth.
"You have a nice body."
"Yeah, thank you, but why is a Combative school student here in the non-Combative school?"
She could feel Northern's tone laced with malice.
She responded, her voice soft and unaffected by the intimidation in his voice.
"I got lost... looking for macho men..."
She pointed to him, her eyes void of any light at all.
"You are no macho man. But your body... I like it."
Northern contorted his face in disgust.
'Who the hell is this supposed to be? Is this how people from that school are nasty and disrespectful?'
She looked like she was thirteen. Northern was sure he was old enough to be her elder brother, and yet here she was admiring him.
Maybe she was one of those noble children who had been spoiled, so they went around
thinking they could just have anything they wanted, including men.
He looked down at his body, irritated at the point she had touched.
'Crap, I hate being touched. I think I am going to have to take my bath twice.'
He didn't know when it came about, but as Northern's body began to change, getting touched by anyone at all—especially his bare body-left him utterly disoriented and irritated.
Northern suddenly threw his eyes in a direction; couple of seconds later, the steps of four humans entered their ears.
When the girl heard the sound, she slightly tilted her head and looked in the direction Northern had been looking.
Her face reflected scrutiny and almost an unnatural level of understanding. The next moment, however, her childish blankness was back.
"Your highness! Your highness! What are you doing? We have been searching for you!"
One of the students shouted as all four raced towards her.
She was a lady amongst them with pale pink hair that spiraled down her neck in several large strands.
Her eyes were large and brimming with caution, but a dark frown was severely tied to her face even as she lowered her knees to the lady in front of her. She seemed to be the leader of the
group.
"Your highness. Please, you should stop wandering off to the non-Combative school."
Northern watched them with a strange expression on his face.
'Your highness... that means she's royalty? What country?'
He guessed Reimgard but didn't think so.
The lady's white hair was similar to his, but all other Reimgard princes and princesses probably had scarlet red eyes.
Even her blue eyes paled in comparison to his, so it couldn't be Reimgard. Then which country could it be?
Northern was baffled with the confusion.
While her surbodinates addressed her, the girl said nothing and just stared at Northern. Immediately, the lady kneeling shot to her feet and turned to Northern with a dark frown on
her face.
"Did you put your hands on the president?!" she asked, her voice arrogant as her hand gripped the hilt of the sword strapped to her waist.
Northern averted his gaze from the sword and laid it on her, his eyes glowing gently with a cold light. The look in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. She stepped back a little.
"Weird fellow. You all from this school are very weak and weird."
Then she turned swiftly. "Please, President, let's go!"
With that, she held the hand of the young girl quickly and hauled her away, the other three male students following behind them.
The girl's blank face wouldn't leave Northern even as she was dragged away, possibly by her subordinates, until they passed the garden and went beyond.
"What a strange girl that was..." he muttered to himself as he turned around to get his normal
uniform so he could go change.
Pausing for a moment, his eyes went out of focus.
'President... she wouldn't be the student council president, would she?'
Northern shook his head almost immediately with a faint smile.
"I don't think the student council president would be a child like that."
He gathered his clothes and walked out of the forge, going behind it where it led to a
washroom.
After a while, Northern came out in a lusterless, neatly ironed black uniform.
He transported the processed Rethium ores into the Limitless Void, summoning a tiny rift
that just sucked everything in. Then he left and headed for the main school.
After about fifteen minutes of walking, Northern was in the premises of the main school.
The sheer number of students he began to see immediately after stepping foot beyond their
gate was amazing.
Usually, from the other school, it looked like students were not available at all or were very few. They were rarely seen and were always inside their workshops working.
However, here was different-male and female students, donned in white uniforms, walked
around in cliques.
It brought the real feeling of a true academy that he didn't get to feel from his first day in
school.
However, almost all of them were looking at him with disdain.