I Kidnapped the Hero's Women-Chapter 215: Tue. Classmate

"Count Vermond plans to wait until his teacher becomes an adult before marrying... Memo..."

"..."

Lilia, sitting next to me, took out her notebook and started making notes. Yuria felt her headache intensifying.

This isn't what I meant. I never intended for this to happen. How did things turn out like this?

When Lilia, the senior, started pushing the engagement with Yuria, I panicked. I feared that this relentless woman might push everything through swiftly. And I worried that Yuria might actually get swept up and go along with it...

In the end, my fear only benefitted Aslan Vermond. He was already someone Charlotte and Yuria adored so much. But somehow, I was unintentionally helping them with their engagement. The more I thought about it, the more tears almost welled up in my eyes.

"If you get any new information about the teacher, please let me know!"

"Uh, senior..."

"Yes, junior? Please speak!"

"But, senior, you’re graduating next year. How are you planning to attend the academy with Yuria?"

"Eh...?"

As soon as Yuria voiced this perfectly reasonable and natural question, Lilia's steps suddenly stopped. She froze for a moment, then broke into a cold sweat before continuing to speak.

"Th-there are countless ways! You can complete a master's course! Or you can delay graduation and retake a whole year! If that doesn't work, you can simply visit as a graduate!"

"Ah..."

Did she just get flustered?

She hadn’t considered her own graduation and just now came up with a solution, didn’t she? How is it possible that this person, who seems so lacking, is one of the Empire’s top elementalists...?

Yuria started to have doubts.

"Anyway, if there’s any more news about the teacher, let me know! Would it be okay if I repay you with a meal someday?"

"Ah, yes. Of course..."

"Great! See you next time!"

"Yes..."

Lilia waved her hand, striding away with her usual confident steps. Yuria checked the time and was shocked.

Two hours had already passed. It had only been a brief chat after class, but somehow it was almost time for the next lesson.

'Time flies so fast...'

Time passes so quickly when talking with someone else. I hadn’t had the chance to talk to any other students or staff from Vermond Security before. I was so focused on my studies, especially since I had made a promise with the old man. I hadn’t planned to make any friends at the academy...

I had been consciously keeping my distance from classmates, feeling guilty about being the only one with Charlotte and Yuria captive. But now that I knew they were safe, there was no reason to shy away from making friends.

'Have I been too cold toward my classmates...?'

I thought I had created a mysterious, aloof, cool persona. But maybe to others, I just seemed rude and standoffish. Is it even possible to be friendly with them from now on?

Yuria’s fist trembled as she thought.

"Are you Yuria? Here’s your mail."

"Thank you?"

At that moment, a delivery man on a bicycle passed by and handed Yuria an envelope. It was a familiar black envelope.

It was a letter from the old man.

"Wow!"

Now that I think about it, I haven’t sent a letter this week. What could this be?

Usually, he only replied when I sent a letter, but for some reason, this time, it was the old man who had sent the letter first.

Yuria’s heart began racing with excitement, and she couldn’t wait. She tore open the envelope right there, not even caring about keeping it intact.

She couldn't resist wanting to know what the old man was writing about this time.

I suddenly thought of you and decided to write this letter.

"Ugh..."

This was the first time. The old man wrote because he suddenly thought of me...

Yuria couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness, swallowing her own saliva as she struggled to stay composed, reading through the letter.

R𝑒ad lat𝒆st chapt𝒆rs at free𝑤ebnovel.com Only.

I heard about your reputation at the academy. Your grades are excellent, and your accomplishments outside of school are remarkable, so even your classmates and seniors look up to you with admiration.I’m very proud of you.However, I’m a bit worried if you have no close friends. It’s best to build relationships when you have the time and mental space. These connections will help you when you’re struggling. I’ll stop my nagging here.

"..."

How does he know...?

How did he know I’ve been worried about my relationships with my classmates...?

Was he watching me, pretending not to visit the academy, yet observing me from nearby?

Is he one of those people who remains hidden under the surface, like the saying goes, "The lamp is dim at the base"?

Yuria thought about this and decided to take the old man’s advice to heart. If Aslan Vermond had said something like this, I would have ignored it, but coming from the old man, it felt like genuine concern, like he really wanted the best for me.

'Friends... I really should make some...!'

After seeing Charlotte and Yuria’s reactions during their visit, it’s pretty much confirmed that they’ll be entering next year. If they’re both attending, it would be embarrassing if I, a second-year student, was left all alone without any friends.

And, just as the old man said, building connections might become useful to me someday, acting as a form of insurance...

I should stop letting my strange pride get in the way and actively try to make friends.

Yuria made her decision and headed off to the classroom to apologize to her classmates in the Combat Magic Department.

'Back then, I probably went too far...'

During the first ranking competition, I didn’t pay much attention, but looking back, I think I overdid it...

There’s no leeway in the world of competition, but still, some classmates might have been offended.

Thinking about that day, I realized that after my reckless behavior, my classmates stopped approaching me. After that, I probably developed a reputation as a scary person.

First things first, I need to clear up that misunderstanding.

With that in mind, Yuria walked straight to the classroom.

"Um... classmates..."

"Welcome, Yuria!"

"...!?'

As soon as she opened the door to the classroom, dozens of students from the Combat Magic Department greeted her loudly, bowing to her in unison.

Yuria was stunned, unable to comprehend the situation.

"We’ve finally realized the true essence of combat magic! Overwhelming strength! And a strong body! That’s the essence of combat magic!"

"From now on, we’ll serve you as our sister, no, as our older sister!"

"Please, let us serve you!!!"

"Ah..."

No... I was just trying to make some friends...

Why are they acting like this toward me...?

Tears welled up in Yuria’s eyes.

"Heh... Hehehe..."

[The Evil God, 'Kali,' is disgusted by how gloomy and dark you look.]

Sitting at my desk in the dim office, with no sunlight, I couldn't help but chuckle.

How could I not?

Usually, I receive Yuria’s letters and reply to them, but this time, I wrote to her first, offering advice that came from the bottom of my heart?

This was perfect. She’d definitely feel it. I’m sure she was moved.

Imagining Yuria’s expression and feelings as she read the letter made me burst out laughing.

'Yuria should be fine.'

It’s just a typical case of teenage angst, something everyone goes through. But the difference for Yuria is that her environment isn’t middle school, but a university. She needed someone to guide her through this important period of her life.

If it had been Aslan Vermond giving the advice, she would have ignored it.

That’s why I borrowed the old man’s words for a moment.

If she wastes her most important years without making any friends in college, that would be a disaster.

With this, Yuria’s social life should be fine from now on.

...Or so I thought.

"Master. Urgent mail."

"...?"

It was a letter from the headmaster. Could it be about Charlotte’s hero designation again? I opened it with a grinding of teeth, only to find completely unexpected contents.

Count Vermond should be informed of this urgently.Yuria, Jane, Heinkel, Hans, Belz, Riley, Kyle...The above names are members of a recently formed military group at the Imperial Magic Academy. They are currently operating as a club, but their activities are becoming increasingly concerning. The faculty is watching them with great caution...

What is this all about?