When the plot-skips players into the game world

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"No, no, class is over, students. If I keep going, the dean might come looking for trouble..."

Having completed his task, Aiwass waved his hand with a light-hearted smile and turned off the loudspeaker.

Meanwhile, another chorus of sighs rose from the students.

"How come it's already over!"

"Will you come to lecture again, Aiwass?"

"You'd have to ask the professor about that!"

"Professor, why did you only bring such a small hourglass today!"

"Right, didn't you bring one that lasted an hour and a half last time?"

...Huh? What about me?

Upon hearing this, Professor Bard was taken aback.

He suddenly widened his eyes, like a stage actor in a somewhat comical manner, he shrank his neck and spread his hands, drawing laughter from the students. Seeing this, the old professor himself couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, you've got my word. Next time I'll bring you an hour and a half one!" said the old professor happily, rubbing his hands together.

Since he didn't use the loudspeaker to say this, only Aiwass, Lily, and Hayna, who were nearby in the noisy lecture hall, heard him.

Hayna scratched her head with an awkward smile, not sure what to say.

But Aiwass's eyes lit up.

Professor Bard's reaction was important!

With that reaction, he had a good idea of Professor Bard's character.

Since the students dared to joke with him, it meant he was probably very amiable; and since his lectures were so dull, yet when Aiwass entered not a soul whispered, skipped class, or ate anything, it showed the students still had a lot of respect for the old professor.

Hayna's attitude towards him was also very natural and respectful - she probably didn't have the brains or acting skills to fake it, so Professor Bard's character was likely really good.

And Aiwass had just intentionally talked about some things not part of this course, but the professor had shown no reaction.

This showed he was not one of those old-fashioned types commonly found in Avalon who always like to talk about rules and rank.

Without a doubt, he could become a high-quality mentor.

This was Aiwass's second objective: to demonstrate his own excellence and find himself a good mentor.

Now it seemed, this second objective might also be easily accomplished!

At Royal Law University, students all had to choose their own mentor and join a "class." Otherwise, they would only be auditing students, unable to get authorization notes to go to certain places from their mentors.

The mentor had to teach them a course, and after joining a class, the student's day-to-day life was generally the responsibility of that mentor. Students belonging to one professor formed a class.

The number of students in a class was usually not too large and not necessarily from the same year.

Previously, Aiwass had considered joining the class of Senior Hayna or Princess Isabel... but upon further thought, given their personalities, the mentors they chose were likely specialized and definitely wouldn't be teaching him.

And that might mean his movements would be watched.

But Aiwass wasn't sure which people in the school belonged to his foster father, so he was very cautious.

Professor Bard was called "Professor," which meant he was a mentor of the highest rank, on the same level as Foster Father James Moriarty. His privileges were the highest, able to authorize the highest level of passes. Aiwass had heard clearly... he knew Aiwass had gone to the Hall of Silver and Tin the night before, indicating that he was among Avalon's upper echelons, at least having wide connections.

Good character, commendable personality, open-minded, sufficient resources, wide connections.

The most critical point was, Professor Bard was not a Transcendent - this was extremely important for Aiwass.

Because Aiwass didn't need a mentor to plan his path to promotion, an ordinary mentor would give him more freedom in his actions.

- Considering this, he would be the perfect mentor!

"Goodbye, Professor!"

Suddenly, a little girl with silver hair came over and said with a lively smile, "And Mr. Aiwass!"

Aiwass waved his hand and just chuckled without replying.

But with her, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

The other students followed her lead, running over and saying goodbye to Aiwass with bright smiles.

"Are you free tonight, Aiwass?"

An outgoing redhead came over, warmly inviting, "Wanna go for a drink? It's on me!"

"- Or would you like to go to the White Ballet Shoes Club?"

A girl with long deep blue hair came over laughing, "Do I have the honor of inviting Mr. Aiwass?"

"Do you play tennis, Aiwass?"

"I heard you used to be on the cricket team!"

Soon the students were swarming around him. They easily accepted the idea of having a "very impressive mysterious transfer student" in the class, and full of curiosity and enthusiasm, they eagerly wanted to befriend Aiwass - even though strictly speaking, Aiwass wasn't actually a transfer student.

Aiwass handled the conversation with all of them systematically, but basically, he gave the same response - that was to initially refuse but not to completely shut the door. He didn't specifically reply to anyone, and soon the lectern was crowded with people.

But Professor Bard didn't take the opportunity to leave; instead, he stood waiting behind them. Hayna didn't dare to walk away either and just stood by to watch.

- This was quite a novel feeling.

It was the first time she'd seen people so close yet not there for her. With the novelty also came a slight sense of emptiness...

Although she usually found it a bit troublesome, suddenly being completely ignored also felt a little lonely...

When asked "Do you always read at home" and "How do you know so much about history," Aiwass merely smiled without saying a word.

"- Yes."

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But just then, Lily behind him couldn't help but show off for him, proudly puffing out her chest and answering earnestly, "Aiwass read a lot, a lot of books at home!"

"...At home?"

Hearing someone question this softly, Lily suddenly realized she might have said something she shouldn't have.

Should she continue to hide her identity...?

"Ah, it's like this."

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Aiwass explained with a smile, "Actually, Lily is my personal maid.

"Of course, she also has the right to attend school here. She always loved reading at home, just like me. It was an unexpected matter that held me up, delaying her... Otherwise, we would have come here together two months ago."

It was a kind lie he told to protect Lily.

It wasn't like that—

Fully aware that it was only because of Aiwass's connections that she was able to attend school, Lily instinctively pursed her lips—because otherwise, she would have felt compelled to defend Aiwass once again.

It wasn't Aiwass who delayed her. She was just incidental.

It was entirely for her sake that Aiwass had belittled himself...

But to Lily's surprise, revealing her maid's identity on her first day of school did not lead to the expected questioning and scorn.

To her astonishment, the students' attitudes were very friendly, devoid of any aggressiveness.

"It's fine, actually, I had already guessed it."

"That's right, no friends act like that... It's just that everyone deliberately didn't bring it up."

"Are you called Lily? You're really pretty! Are you coming dancing tonight?"

"Do you two often read books together?"

These students, who have a natural aptitude for the Path of Devotion, are relatively gentle and kind-hearted by nature. Among the six faculties, they also tend to have the best average temperament.

Seeing how easily she was accepted by her classmates, Lily felt her eyes moistening for a moment.

She never expected that she, abandoned by her biological parents and even stripped of her surname, would one day have the fortune to interact with these friendly peers...

It was all thanks to the kindness of Mr. Aiwass!

"A-Aiwass, long time no see!"

At that moment, Aideng, with his brown curly hair nearly covering his eyes, finally made his way through the crowd and greeted Aiwass in a low voice, "I have something to discuss with you later... I'll wait for you outside!"

"Long time no see, Aideng."

Aiwass wasn't surprised and simply nodded with a smile in response, "See you in a bit."

He indeed remembered this person, even having looked for him specifically during the lecture just before.

This person was "John Eden," considered a relatively important supporting character. At least, he lived longer... much longer than Hayna.

Maybe it's because fools tend to live long, and when Aiwass kicked the bucket, he still hadn't died.

Aiwass called him Aideng rather than John, not due to a distant relationship, but because in Avalon, there were simply too many people named "John." There were even eight Johns among the twenty or so boys in their middle school class, including two with the exact same full name.

Aideng had a pretty important long-term task on his hands. It involved the return of the Son of the Moon and even merged into the main storyline later on.

Moreover, the memories of "Aiwass" himself also included him—one of the few same-sex friends from his middle school days, not quite a childhood friend, but still an acquaintance.

In Aiwass's memory, Aideng was a friend with a rather good personality. Perhaps because his mother was a priest, he had been brought up to be gentle and kind to others since childhood. His father was an antiques dealer, not doing a very big business, but still moderately well-off.

Even though his pocket money wasn't particularly abundant, Aideng was very generous, always keen to treat others. His gentle nature meant that during quarrels, he would always apologize first. His only two flaws were not being very smart and being somewhat lecherous... In simple terms, he was an easy catch.

Moreover, he was unlucky and not very good at judging people, often encountering bad women. After being milked of gold coins by bad women, he would usually be dumped. He would take some time to grieve by himself before being hooked by the next bad woman.

Players joked that he was a "bad woman magnet," to the extent that it became a plot inevitability—whenever they saw Aideng rushing over excitedly saying "I'm in love again," they knew without even looking that his new flame was definitely up to no good.

...Looking at him now, he's probably already been targeted by someone.

Aiwass's noticeably special response made others look at Aideng, who usually didn't stand out, with some surprise.

But they quickly caught on, "Did you and Aiwass used to be classmates?"

"Ah... Yes," Aideng replied softly, not quite comfortable with so much attention.

"Then bring him along for drinks, Aideng!"

"Invite him over for some fun…"

"Do you know which flowers he likes, classmate Aideng?"

"...Ah, wait, wait a minute... I'll ask, I'll ask..."

Aideng, not used to speaking with so many people at once, felt his scalp tingle for a moment.

He quickly squatted down and skillfully squeezed over to Aiwass, then asked in a not too certain whisper, "Can I tell them about you, Aiwass? Is there anything I shouldn't say?"

"Yes, you can," Aiwass nodded with a smile, "You can say anything.

"In fact, please, I ask you to chat with them for me... I've got to talk to a professor now."

He trusted Aideng's character and knew he would not besmirch him.

"Oh, no problem."

Upon hearing that Aiwass had asked him to do something, he readily nodded.

The classmates also heard that Aiwass had something to do, so they tactfully refrained from bothering him and turned to Aideng for conversation instead.

After all, even if Aideng wasn't very noticeable, they were all young people on the Path of Devotion with similar temperaments, and they'd been acquaintances for two months. Even the most enthusiastic person was more comfortable dealing with familiar faces. They just wanted to satisfy their curiosity with questions or invite him to join in an activity, so turning to Aideng was more convenient and more polite—parties always require a go-between for invitations, after all.

And only after most students had left did Aiwass have a chance to turn back and ask the professor politely and softly: Enjoy exclusive content from mvl

"Professor Bard… do you still need a student?"

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