Chapter 291: Teacher Milk’s Movements

We had decided to learn more about our teachers than we currently knew.

The one we were most familiar with was Darius. He was my second master, and Shari was on good terms with him as well. However, because of that closeness, there were things we might be overlooking.

That was why we were going out of our way to conduct a Dark Eye on Teacher Milk Abitus.

It was now after school. Typically, once they finished their classes, the teachers either retreated to their private dormitory or spent their free time however they liked. Yet, Teacher Milk remained alone in the classroom, scribbling intently in a notebook.

"I wonder what on earth she’s writing," Duke whispered. "Think it’s the students' muscle mass?"

That sounds like something you’d have in your notebook, Duke.

"Both of you, take this Dark Eye seriously," Shari hissed. "Cecil said the preparation period is the most important part of this exam, remember?"

While getting scolded by Shari, I maintained my Flight Magic to keep us hovering outside the window so we could peek in.

But then—

"H-Hey, you guys are getting heavy... Duke, can't you fly on your own?"

"I'm bad at that kind of thing," Duke replied. "You know that."

"...And why are you hanging on too, Shari?"

"I’m just hitching a ride. I’m light enough that it shouldn’t matter, right?"

"Actually, you aren't that lig— Ow!?"

"Don't say such rude things to a maiden!"

Shari smacked me upside the head, and for a second, my Flight Magic nearly deactivated. As I scrambled to regain my balance and keep us airborne, the window suddenly slid open.

"Birds these days certainly are chatty. I don't mind the Dark Eye, but keep it down while a person is trying to work."

The one teacher even I couldn't hope to defy was staring right at us.

Duke gave a sheepish "ehehe" laugh, and our precarious formation completely collapsed. As we began to fall, Teacher Milk reached out, snatched us up with one hand, and tossed us into the classroom like beanbags.

She hadn't even used any Mana. Her raw strength was terrifying.

I managed to twist mid-air, landing on my feet before I could be slammed against the wall.

"That was a close one... Thank you, Teacher Milk."

"Good grief. I know what you’re up to, but at least consider the time and place."

Duke and Shari offered their own polite apologies and tried to make a quick exit, but she stopped us.

"Hold on a second. Wait right there."

The three of us sat in chairs, exchanging nervous glances while we waited. After a short while, Teacher Milk finally stood up.

"Finished," she muttered.