"Don’t underestimate any Slime. Although Slimes are ordinary magical creatures, they also possess extraordinary abilities. Only by understanding their habits can you effectively defeat them."
Despite Shami’s words, important information about Slimes naturally wouldn’t be divulged.
"What kind of strength can a Slime have, Teacher? When the Luwaka Demon King was alive, I formed teams to defeat magical creatures, and the number of Slimes that died by my sword is nearly uncountable. If you were introducing the Demon King, I might feel a bit interested, but you don’t know much about him either."
The classroom was filled with a lively atmosphere.
Shami’s mouth twitched slightly.
"Teacher, how about this: arrange a battle between the Slime you’ve nurtured and me. If the Slime can withstand a slash from my sword, we’ll continue the class; otherwise, how about we switch to discussing how to dispose of Slime corpses?"
Judging that the teacher likely has no power or backing, while his family belongs to the royal family of Wus Kingdom, Morris began to bully him.
What level of special skills does this teacher have? Does he even deserve to teach him?
Laughter echoed through the classroom.
Oh, there are people in the world, huh?
Shami was indeed a bit angry.
He really wanted to agree.
"Alright, I’ll challenge you."
At that moment, a graceful yet slightly icy voice came from the classroom.
A white-haired girl sitting in the front row half-turned her body, coldly looking back.
"If you can survive a slash from my sword."
The white-haired girl’s voice fell, and the room plunged into silence.
The classroom atmosphere suddenly became tense.
No student dared to speak.
All present were first-year students of the Swordsman Academy, having participated in the freshman brawl. Everyone knew that the white-haired girl before them was the one who stood last in that chaotic fight.
Although no one has clearly analyzed who executed that impressive all-out attack, it is most likely this girl.
Hundreds of eyes looked around, still feeling the sore muscles from being hit by that slash’s shockwave. They knew clearly that this girl was someone they absolutely shouldn’t provoke.
Thus, no one dared to sit beside the white-haired girl.
In the back row, Morris, who had been arrogant, twitched his lips, his face turning blue and purple.
His body also retained some soreness.
He was present during the freshman brawl, fighting against several opponents; just when he thought he would stand last, he was inexplicably defeated by a slash.
Morris glanced at the white-haired girl as if looking at a demon.
Sensing the aura she exuded, he realized if they battled, he truly might die at her hands.
Under everyone’s gaze, Morris slowly retracted his foot from the chair in front and swallowed his grievances.
The classroom returned to silence.
The white-haired girl turned back, and upon seeing Shami’s slight surprise, her cold eyes softened, blinking somewhat helplessly.
Oops, is this behavior of reprimanding someone in class considered rude? I didn’t mean to show off in front of Shami; I just couldn’t hold back earlier.
Unexpectedly, the white-haired girl stepped in to help.
Though he did have ways to deal with troublesome students, the white-haired girl’s actions did indeed help him, resolving unnecessary trouble.
The class reverted to normal.
However, he wasn’t a good-natured person; who said he was a teacher focused on students’ psychological development? His essence was that of a Demon King, after all.
"Alright, the clown has finished performing, so let’s continue with the class."
The classroom was filled with quiet laughter.
Morris’s face turned so red it seemed to emit warning sounds.
The subsequent class unfolded smoothly.
Among the first-year students in the Swordsman Academy, the vast majority were normal.
A single class lasted 40 minutes. Midway, the freshman director, Rooney, quietly came to the back of the classroom to observe, slipping away before class ended.
Most new teachers’ first classes are attended by leadership figures.
Shami pretended not to notice.
A 40-minute class didn’t cover much substantive content, only introducing some general characteristics about Slimes.
Most students focused their attention on the round and dozing jelly on the desk.
"Teacher, can I touch the Slime?"
"Teacher, can your Slime be released into the wild?"
"Teacher, did you mistreat the Slime while nurturing it? I’m a member of the animal protection association. Listen here, animals are..." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel~fire~net
"That association member, don’t disrupt the class order."
With the sound of the bell marking the end of class, students who could only look but not touch left somewhat unsatisfied.
"Alright, this wraps up the basic content of the first class. If you’re interested in Slimes, during the special skills selection session later, you can choose Edogawa’s course. If the selection rate exceeds 30%, I can continue teaching this term."
The freshmen gradually left the classroom.
The white-haired girl also stood up and left.
Shami had been observing the state of the white-haired girl, slightly worried, so he picked up the pet box and caught up with her.
In the corridor, Shami called out to the white-haired girl.
"Shami... Edogawa..."