Supreme Master In The Apocalypse-Chapter 56 [Bonus Chapter] Path To Harem

"Mr. Hugo, why are you still here? Class hours ended an hour ago." Charlotte was wandering around the school's garden when she saw someone sitting alone on the bench.

"Miss," Hugo called out as he turned his back to meet Charlotte. "I was just appreciating the view, trying to relax," he half lied.

It was true that he was in the garden to relax. But just when he was about to leave 15 minutes ago, Lilianne called her. Now he was waiting for her because she invited him to eat together later.

He said that he can just go there since he can just teleport right to her house if ever, but Lilianne insisted that she wanted to pick him and he just said yes.

'If this continues on, I'm pretty sure Lilianne will be my Sugar Mom. But then, who doesn't like that?' He muttered as the corners of his lips slightly rose up.

"How about you, Miss Charlotte? Aren't you supposed to be out already?" He curiously asked when he realized it.

Charlotte smiled. "Can I sit first before I answer?"

"Sure."

Charlotte sat beside Hugo. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before answering.

"I was just checking out the garden. It was the other day when you toured me around, and I just had my free time today to come back here." She uttered.

"You must have liked flowers?" Hugo questioned, even though he knew the answers already.

He was just making the atmosphere light by having a conversation. He doesn't want an awkward silence with his teacher.

Charlotte nodded. She looked at the flowers in front of her and picked some. "Yes, but this is my favorite,' she smiled as she cleaned the petals of the flowers that she took.

"Here," she carefully grabbed Hugo's hands and placed the flower in his palms.

"What is this?" the tone of his voice was filled with curiosity.

"Daisies."

Hugo took the flower in his palms. He looked at it and chuckled. "It's pretty."

Her face became flushed at what she heard. "It's my first time hearing that from a man." She couldn't help but point it out.

Hugo's expression became confused. "What do you mean?"

Charlotte bit her lower lips. "Well, I have met a man in the past and he thinks that liking flowers is too girlish. We dated just one time, and he didn't talk to me anymore." She continued staring at the flowers to hide her embarrassment.

Shaking his head. "Don't call that a man."

"Huh? What do you mean? I can't just call him gay for no reason."

"That's not what I mean," Hugo sighed. "I was saying don't call him a man if he acts like that. That's how a boy acts."

Hugo secretly cut the flower's stem using his hands before turning his eyes to Charlotte. "And this flower will be more beautiful with you."

.He slightly leaned against her body.

"What are you—"

"Let me."

Hugo looked at Charlotte straight in her eyes. She couldn't help but nod when she saw how serious Hugo looked like.

His hands went to Charlotte's hair, placing them behind her ears. After that, he carefully put the flower on Charlotte's ears. He made sure that it wouldn't fall before he took his hands off.

"There," his smile became wider when he saw that the white flower perfectly matched Charlotte.

He had seen Charlotte doing this to her hair a couple of times in his previous life. So he knew that she would like it.

"Thank you," Charlotte's face became red as Hugo moved away from her body. She cleared out her throat before shaking her head to remove unwanted thoughts. 𝘧r𝗲𝑒𝔀𝘦𝙗𝓃oν𝑒l.𝐜𝗼m

She secretly placed her hand on her chest when she heard how hard her heart was beating. 'What is happening?' she asked himself

'So this is what Charlotte looks like when she is blushing,' he grinned. He leaned against the back of the bench and closed his eyes.

"Isn't it relaxing here, Miss Charlotte?"

"Y-Yeah,' her voice trembled. Because Hugo has his eyes closed, Charlotte was able to stare at him with no restrictions.

'So, this is why Hugo is popular among the female teachers.' she couldn't help but think of it.

When she first entered the university, she had always heard of Hugo's name. Unknown to Hugo, he was the talk of the teachers. They always commend him for how handsome and smart he was, even though he was poor.

If it was just allowed, then those old teachers would ship their daughters to Hugo so they can have him as their son-in-law.

'So that is how my teachers thought of me, huh?' Hugo uttered in his mind. He had been mind-reading Charlotte since earlier.

He was curious why she became quiet suddenly. He didn't know that he has that effect on her.

"How is the Academia, Miss Charlotte? Is it hard to teach students?" Hugo, out of nowhere, asked.

He had suddenly become interested in the life of Charlotte. He didn't know if being a teacher was a hard job to have.

"Hmm… It's fine. I guess?" Charlotte was unsure of her answer. "But I am having fun," she chuckled.

Growing up, although Charlotte's family was rich, she was pressured to follow her mother's steps.

The students and other teachers didn't know it, but Headmaster Leon was her uncle. She was able to get in, in this university without any hardship because of it. Even though she was ashamed of it, she was still thankful that Headmaster Leon gave her this position.

"Oh." Hugo nodded his head.

Charlotte stood up. "I will get going now Hugo. It is nice to have a chat with you," she uttered when she noticed the time.

"Alright," Hugo bid her goodbye when he saw the panic in Charlotte's eyes as she ran away.

He shrugged his shoulders. He took out his phone when it vibrated inside his pocket.

[Lilianne: I am here now in front of your school.]

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Author's Note- I recently saw that some of the readers were complaining about how Hugo not using his power all the time.

To clarify, even though Hugo has been using his powers more frequently, it doesn't mean that it doesn't have any limitations any more. His body can become immensely tired if he uses it every time.

But no worries, just wait for the upcoming chapters and you will see him kicking some balls.

This is the second chapter for today. Expect the 3rd chap in 3-4 hours.