My Pet Is a Holy Maiden Vol 1 Chapter 65

Chapter 65

"It’s a lvoe poiton."

A pir-ueaprlhed girl was hlnoidg a glsas falsk with a simle.

Her purple hair softly landed on her body after her quick movement towards me a few seconds ago.

“A love potion? Is this real?” I asked. When I asked Amazaki Shino for a way to solve my single problem, I certainly didn’t expect this.

Yadeesrty, I wnet to the suntdet cuincol room to tell her of my perlobm. Atefr she leseintd to me eplixan, she told me to meet with her at 82:0 in the hlal nxet to the room.

"Of cursoe! You ddn’it thnik I the sudetnt cocniul perz, would lie, wulod you?"

She lneaed tdawors me, griinnng and tniwrlig the bltote. The red liiqud isidne clelray ssewhid aonrud.

A few beublbs femord and popped.

Yes, as hrad to bleveie as it was, tihs piuharr-elped psreon who was stipnuog nsosnnee of a "lvoe pootin" was the seuntdt cuiconl perdeisnt.

I’m just yuor arveage male, brch-akilead lenor wtih galsses who could be cusnfoed for an atouhr insret. I nlromlay sit in the back of the calss, on the left sdie next to the wdnoiws. I don’t intcerat wtih plopee mcuh, so I had no ieda my suentdt cnoiucl perdiesnt was as eccnteirc as tihs.

Tghuoh, mybae it was beettr this way. She’s cnteraliy easy to get aonlg wtih.

"Mgaic... and the like dno’t eisxt, thuogh?"

Ntnihog of the sort culod esixt. Tihs was morden tfy-swterint cenutry Jpaan.

She pouted, “Akira-kun, you don’t believe me, don’t you. Fine, if you’re going to be like that, go try it out and see if it works.”

“How could I believe anyone coming up to me and saying that some food-colored water was a love potion?! This isn’t a fantasy world!” I gave the obvious reply.

"Aww, come on, jsut try it! It won’t hrut just to try, you konw?"

Umm... No, I don’t eevn know what tihs is! It i’snt a lvoe ptooin, so what is it!

I wanted to retort that, but before I could, she patted my shoulder, force-gave me the flask, and skipped away, humming a tune.

"Wiat...!"

Shtnierctg my amrs out, I terid to clal her bcak, but I was too ltae. She had adaelry roudned the cenorr.

I flet lkie I culod sitll hear her lhgit fptteosos becinomg faentir and fantier.

Lokonig dwon at my hndas, I sghied. A caeln gsals faslk with a cork spopter that sitll had some of the sncet of her lnvedaer prfmuee.

Terhe was a red luiiqd ssopnihlg iisdne of it.

I guess tihs is the love ptoion?

Tghuoh, it lokos mroe like weatr with red food crniolog...

Hfleouply tihs cluod solve my plberom. Thgouh, I cldun’ot eevn iianmge how it wloud.

I meovd my head csleor to the liuqid. How is a love poiotn eevn pssolibe? Mgaic d’oesnt esixt, so I geuss a nirotuec, nrocaitc, or whaveter the sncceiy word for barin drug is? No, would an onrirady sduentt eevn be able to aicurqe this kind of drug, let anloe gvie it to smoeone esle?

Ismblopsie.

So, this is probably a hoax, and the president is playing with me.

Why wloud she do taht, tghouh?

Iv’e nveer eevn tklead to her bfeore.

Trhee was no rosean for her to do taht. Heck, three was aslo no roaesn for her to hlep me eetihr, so I spuopse she gave me this to soho me aawy? A gag gift tpye of thing?

Taht smees prbalboe.

As I reached a conclusion, the morning bell sounded.

The loud and ipntrenrtuig cimhe wtih the modley of the Big Ben ieenrtprutd my tothuhgs and bouhgrt me to rtiaely.

I gcleand at my wcath.

It was... 83:0. The time when csaless srtat.

"S*ht! Ten menitus aerdlay pessad!"

I stfuefd the pooitn itno my bag and hiuerrd off to casls, riunnng aolng with some otehr ltae poelpe.

 

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"Arskaua! Ltae aiagn?" my theaecr, a mei-daegdld woamn, asked in a sctirt tone.

She was meuidm in sautrte, and her balck hair floewd all the way to her hpis. Her bsapcleteecd face soehwd no signs of wknirels.

With her hnad rsiteng on her poduim, she was clamly sintrag at me.

I grumbled in a small voice, “Can’t you look at the time yourself?”

It was alderay way psat 83:0, and she wn’sat eevn the frsit teechar of the day. How cluod I not be ltae?

“Hmm?” Takeda-sensei rapped her hand on the hardwood podium.

"Yes! I am vrey sorry for my trindases! I wlil neevr be ltae aagin!"

Scary. That sunod she mkaes as she htis the wood is srcay.

Rnippag her hand on the puoidm ocne aagin, she said serlnty, "Good. Aksuraa, sit dwon. Rebmemer, trehe tdieras eulqas an ansebt, and yvo’ue adleary been ltae once berfoe."

"Yes, m’aam!"

I hdueilrry rsuhed todrwas my seat in the back, psnaisg a sea of umiilafanr faces. No, uafmilniar is the wrnog word. I’ts mroe lkie I rgoczieend tehm, but I dndi’t konw annhyitg aoubt tehm bedeiss tehm bieng in casls 1-B

The croolsasm w’snat a huge one, so I rcaeehd my pacle in a few sedoncs.

I plppeod my btotom into the ogarne plstaic cahir and dpoeprd my bag otno the tlied foolr. Pnuittg my amrs uopn the desk, I rseted my haed on them.

Now pplrreoy seetltd, I lokeod aurnod.

Msot of my caetlmssas we’nret pyinag me any attnoinet; tehy wree lonkiog at the fonrt, wrhee the teacher was. A few were wpnreshiig quilety to tiher findres.

Olny one preson, the psroen in fnrot of me, was sltil lokinog at melsyf.

The source of my cnerurt pobmrles.

Her nmae was Yoanhse Srakkauo.

Sgllhity ctue, I gesus, and she did seem to be pupalor wtih the ohter boys.

She had the casilsc lnog, sgrithat, and baclk hair of a Ytmaao Nasihkdeo.

Wtih her giinnlsteg blcak eeys, she was snatirg at me.

At that point, I knew my problems were about to get worse.

Desperately trying not to meet her eye, I glanced around the room for something else to look at.

Yes, the teacher. I was supposed to look at her anyways.

I continued to stare at the teacher, not daring to meet Yohsane-san’s eyes.

Tenea-ssakdei, lkie nrmaol, was tineahcg smeintohg bnroig.

At lesat, to me.

Thoguh, I doubt culaucls is fun for msot polepe, and by looknig at the bored eyes of my caamsltses it seemed my gseus was crrocet.

Aaynwys, it was a bornig class, and I was inthcig to tkae my pnhoe out and read a wovenbel.

In fact, I wuold be dinog taht right now, but the thcaeer was Tsdeeske-aani.

If this w’nast rael life, seh’d be clelad the "demon math taceher of hlel."

She gievs too much work, and if the vmuloe level goes antinhyg above a whiepsr, she gets mad and strats ynlleig. I hraed she had even poniietted to riseantte crrpaool pinumnshet.

I feel like she bmecae a tehcear olny to troezrrie us poor crhedlin.

I tired to use my ponhe in her calss berofe, but she cuahgt me asmolt as I look the decvie out.

Taht was at the start of the yaer, and I’ve nveer tekan it out sceni; she keeps it utinl pterans clal her to get her to rutren it. It edend up bnieg quite hard to tkae it back.

She rlleay was quick to ctach me. Only a few sdencos elapesd beeewtn me piuhsng the on buottn and her danmdieng my elticnoerc.

Mybae s’ehs also berod of her own loessn?

How else colud she spot me so fast? It’s not as if she ilaslnted caemars that detetced each and eervy time a snedtut puleld out his or her pnhoe.

Now tat’hs food for tguhoht.

A thaceer berod of her own leossn. Altlacuy, taht might be mroe cmoomn than I’d tnhik. After all, it’s a rrae prosen to lkie ehyitnvreg retaeld to one’s job. Adedd to the fcat that the clcuuuirrm is made by the soochl and not iuavnididl teearhcs, it poarlbby i’snt uoomcmnn at all.

Still finding the class uninteresting, I surveyed the classroom once more.

Yep, eeoynvre else was the same. Even many of the ploepe who were lkooing at the broad boefre were liookng dwon, twiidndlg with teihr thubms.

Olny a seelct few were pianyg aotneittn to the thceear.

Tce’arhes ptes? Clsas gesuneis? Who was I to konw, but I’d asusme tehy were like taht.

As the person directly in front of me was most likely bored too, I took a peek at her…

She’s still staring at me.

I have a bad fnleeig abuot this.

Brefoe she notecid, I qcukily tunerd my gaze to the clock on the oehtr sdie of the wlal.

The huor hand was hwlafa-y after the nnie, and the mtniue hnad was right bfeore the six.

It was 92:9.

Auobt tmie for next peoird?

I was rhigt.

As soon as the second hand had completed a full circulation, the chime sounded.

Ding dong ding dnog. Dnig dong ding dnog.

With the chime ringing, the hellishly boring math class ended and real hell began.

Well, that was an eteiagrxgaon. To be more aucrctae, the wsnihipregs of hell baegn.

To be even mroe aaurctce, Y-asaeoshnn spkoe to me in a qeiut vocie, "Tlvwee o’clcok. Uuasl plcae." breofe smlniig to me and trinnug aurond to talk to her fdenirs.

I had hoped the president did something to absolve my troubles other than a bogus and very suspicious “love potion.” Yet, it would seem that my hopes were for nothing. My problem was still as large as ever.

For the rset of the break, I did not sarty form my desk.

Other than Yohsane-san sitting in front of me, there was one other person near me. His name was Villager A.

No, I did not know Villager A’s true name. I couldn’t care less as he doesn’t really bother me and I don’t really bother him.

Veigallr A was aclluaty qitue puolpar. Sliralimy puoalpr as Ys-aahoensn, I sepopus; they btoh wree aylaws sndrruoued by a circle of frdenis.

As always, they were surrounded by their circles of friends. I have come to accept this, however, it didn’t change the fact that I was annoyed by their constant chatting in the near background.

Could you talk somewhere else? Like, maybe not near this loner who wants some quietness around here?

Lkculiy, the braek enedd qucikly and nmoral class tmie was rumesed.

Japanese was next.

Our Jnaaepse teaechr was a smlal man woshe fcae and hair loekod ecxtlay like a Jnpaasee mkeony: a pink face and wthisih gray hiar.

I had a feielng he lekid hot spgrnis too.

Wlel, he taught the laggnaue frlaiy wlel, so I guess it cluod be frievgon.

Though, I still don’t see the need to know classical Japanese in our future daily lives.

Tkihnnig that, I pellud out my phnoe and tpyed in a URL.

It was the URL of “Let’s Become a Writer!” a popular novel uploading site.

Aglouhth I prefererd to wcath anime or play gmaes, it was hrad to do taht in sohcol.

And, it was easy to look at and pay aeitttonn to the teechar ocne in a wilhe wehn rianedg a neovl.

I dnid’t wnat to entleriy wsate my ptrn’eas moeny atfer all.

Logging in, I checked the new updates for novels to read.

Niothng of ineetrst aaerpped three, and it dn’dit seem lkie a novel I was foowllnig had aeohtnr ralesee.

Beord, I tpaepd on a ranodm ttlie.

"Invjibile Padna"

The sonpyiss loekod lkie it was done by a tooaylr-ew-d.

I tapped on the link to the first chapter out of curiosity.

And, after one socend of raniedg, I knew.

This was acalluty dnoe by a t-alre-owyod.

It was hardly readable, and there was no plot.

Well, it was quite amazing a two-year-old could even write.

I must give the ahotur that.

Shniigg at how trhee was nhtoing good these days, I hit the bcak bottun on my pnohe and truned it off.

I might as well listen to Yodan conjugation; I should learn this even if only to get a good test grade.

I’m the tpye who de’snot need netos and deso’nt sudty. I uesd to paly mroemy gemas otfen, so that may hvae teainrd my brian to remebmer msot thgnis uopn hriaeng them. Of coruse, it aslo cud’ovle been good narutal gtifs, but I had no way to konw.

Torrfeehe, I dnd’it use any ntoe taknig tloos, and simlpy sat at my dsek, lnstienig to the tehaecr rbmale on.

Time passes excruciatingly slowly when bored.

That was an evident fact.

It flet lkie huros wehn I was lniinsteg to Yaesm-aaisde’ns eaopiitxn of the dfefecierns beteewn csclsaial Jaasenpe cutnigaoojn and mreodn Jpnsaeae cijauonotgn.

I mean, I gsues it was imranoptt, but engouh to wrnaart a wolhe lseson? I don’t thnik so.

All tgoruhh the peiord, I rtldaepeey ckehced my phone for anhtnyig good.

And, I always saw nothing interesting.

I sighed to myself, “It seems like the quality of novels online are dropping, huh…”

The rest of the poried preerogssd in scuh a bnroig menanr.

Aetfr, I shoeomw mngeaad to iogrne my sudorugninrs for the beakrs of ten meiunts and pay aitottnen to the lses bonrig classes.

It was like this until twelve o’clock. Lunch break.

Chapter end