Boredsushi

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Leon was your typical guy, perceived as weak in his school because his skills hadn't awakened, even though they usually did at the coming of age. He attended the prestigious Milham's Magic Knight Academy, where snagging the top spot meant automatic entry into the esteemed position of a Magic Knight in the country. Unfortunately, Leon found himself in the lower caste, labeled the most useless student. To top it off, he was tossed into a class that served as a sanctuary for oddballs and delinquents. Yet, he couldn't care less, as becoming a Magic Knight wasn't his goal.

Everything shifted when he crossed paths with Shredica, a woman hell-bent on becoming a Magic Knight at any cost. Observing Leon's lack of ambition and his apparent detachment from the academy's pursuits, Shredica saw an opportunity. She decided to exploit him as a pawn in her ascent through the academy's hierarchy.

Yet, unbeknownst to Shredica, Leon was not the complacent, unremarkable figure she presumed him to be.

The World Is Mine For The Taking

We finally arrived at her office. It was just like any other professor's office, about the size of a standard 1LDK apartment. The space was dominated by a large, imposing desk cluttered with stacks of paperwork and textbooks, and a chair behind it, with a couple of chairs in front for visitors. A vase of fresh flowers by the window was the only thing that added a touch of warmth to the otherwise sterile environment.

"Get your butt seated, Leon," Professor Irene commanded, her voice firm and no-nonsense.

I sank into one of the chairs in front of the desk, trying to ignore the way her eyes seemed to bore into me. Professor Irene settled behind the desk, her glasses catching the light and amplifying the intense glare she fixed on me. She looked like she meant serious business.

"Now then, tell me..." she said, her eyes locked onto mine with an unwavering intensity. "Or perhaps you should just come clean about why I really called you here. You know, don't you?"

Chapter 51 - The Forgotten Woman (2)