Ch. 12 A Freak Girl - Brainless Boy

Sofia was hesitant as she stepped up the stairs that led to the final corridor of the senior class. The atmosphere in the air seemed to hum with an unknown energy, one that only the most experienced students could handle. The average senior, particularly those in their final year, was usually a level 4 Hunter—a formidable force in their own right. But Sofia was only a lowly level 2 Mage, and her companion, Gwen, was in a similar position. The idea of venturing into the heart of the senior class without any form of protection seemed like a dangerous gamble.

What if some of the mischievous seniors decided to play a cruel prank on them? Sofia glanced nervously at Gwen, who returned a reassuring smile.

However, to her surprise, their journey was uninterrupted. No seniors appeared to be lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce. They finally reached the entrance to the final senior class—Knight A class—where Senior Clay was.

As they entered, a loud voice broke the silence. "Well, look what we have here. What are you little girls doing here, unprotected?" The voice belonged to a young lad with flashy orange hair, his grin sweet but with a hint of mischief that sent a chill down Sofia's spine.

"Good day, Senior," Sofia replied, trying her best to keep her voice steady despite her nerves. "Can we meet Senior Clay?"

The senior raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Clay? Don't tell me you're here to confess. Don't cry later." He chuckled, motioning for the girls to follow him into the classroom.

The two girls stepped inside, their hearts pounding in anticipation. The room was spacious, with large windows that allowed the light to pour in. In the far corner, they spotted a young man, sitting at his desk, looking out the window with a distant expression on his face. His name was Clayton.

The flashy senior watched Sofia intently, perhaps expecting her to be the one to confess her feelings to Clay. After all, she was the one who had seemed most nervous. But no one anticipated what would happen next.

Sofia stood back, allowing Gwen to approach Clayton first. The girl was determined, her eyes unwavering as she stepped toward the senior. She moved with a calm confidence that contrasted sharply with Sofia's apprehension. As she neared Clayton's desk, the classroom seemed to grow quiet, every pair of eyes following her movements.

"Senior Clayton," Gwen called out, her voice clear and firm.

Clayton barely reacted, his gaze still fixed on something only he could see, as his mind was preoccupied with a task of his own. He was attempting to control three glowing balls of light, each one carrying immense magical energy as it traveled toward specific targets. His focus was absolute, so much so that he couldn't be bothered by anything around him. The calls to him went unheard.

"Senior Clayton," Gwen repeated, undeterred by his lack of response.

Even with the second and third calls, Clayton remained unmoved, his mental focus entirely on the task at hand. He was beginning to feel frustrated as he couldn't find his targets.

Why are those three so hard to find at this time? He thought to himself.

To shut out the distractions, Clayton raised one hand, and with a subtle flick of his fingers, time seemed to stop. The world around him froze in an instant—there was no sound, no movement, not even Gwen, who was a Space Master, could make a sound.

His intense blue eyes, shimmering like the depths of the ocean, focused on the task at hand. Through his mind's eye, he watched as the first ball of light reached its destination, an image of a red-haired woman appeared, drying clothes in a northern village. The second ball found its target in the southern kingdom, where a large, burly man with pointed brown hair stood in a bustling city. Finally, the third ball of light connected with its recipient—a man wearing a black hood, resting on a pine branch in the White Lily Empire.

Satisfied that the mission had been completed, Clayton allowed time to resume its normal flow.

"Senior Clay," Gwen's voice called again, and this time, Clayton turned. He hadn't expected the girl to be standing before him, but there she was—this strange, mysterious girl with an aura of quiet confidence. His gaze fell upon her, and for the first time, he truly saw her.

Gwen's strawberry-red lips were curled into a sincere smile that took him completely off guard. There was something about her—something real and unfiltered—that made Clayton pause.

Without even thinking, Gwen found herself speaking. "You have beautiful eyes. I like them."

Clayton was stunned. He had received countless compliments before, but never one so simple and pure. Many had admired his eyes for their magical depth, for their ability to see beyond illusions and disguise. His blue eyes could penetrate the darkness, detect hidden truths, and even see through walls. They were, by all accounts, extraordinary. But no one had ever simply admired them in such a candid manner.

Despite his overwhelming presence and the power he wielded, Gwen stood unflinching before him, completely unaffected by the usual enchantment his eyes exuded. For a moment, Clayton found himself wondering what made her different from the others.

To his surprise, Gwen added, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

The words echoed in Clayton's mind, leaving him momentarily speechless, before finally said yes without realizing it. The entire room went silent, the class watching with bated breath. Everyone expected Gwen to react with glee, to bask in the attention she had just earned from the most handsome senior. But instead, Gwen's actions were unexpected.

She walked over to one of the girls who had been watching her from the sidelines and handed her a small book. "I won," she said nonchalantly. "Give me your names."

Clayton's eyes widened as he realized the truth—he had just been roped into a bet. Gwen's charm was not for him but for the reward of winning her bet.

"She's bold," Clayton muttered under his breath, watching as Gwen claimed her prize without so much as a second thought.

Before he could react further, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. If it hadn't been for the interruption, Clayton might have stopped Gwen to demand an explanation. Instead, the classroom was filled with whispers and curious glances.

"Pst, Clay," a voice broke through his thoughts. "You really accepted her as your girlfriend? What will your mother say when she hears about this?"

Clayton rubbed his temple in exasperation. "I guess I was too enchanted to remember my mother's advice."

"Enchanted?" his friend asked in disbelief. "By a girl like that?"

Clayton could only shrug. "Her beauty is unlike anything I've ever seen. I don't think she's even from this world." His words were half in awe, half in confusion.

"And yet," he added, "I don't think she actually wants to date me. What a shame."

His friend remained silent, likely unsure how to respond to his strange remark. After all, how could one explain the attraction that Clayton felt for Gwen—an attraction he didn't entirely understand himself?

It seemed that both Gwen and Clayton were something of an enigma to those around them—a freaky girl and a brainless boy... what a weird couple.

They would never expected the couple would be known as the most powerful ones in the future.