"Alright," the headmistress gently clapped both hands together before standing up, "that was entertaining."
Every single person in the sky box had their mouths wide open in shock due to what they had just witnessed.
Even Garron Boar was frozen in place after what he just witnessed. The two kids were definitely not using any type of solar tech he had heard of, so how the hell?
Stiffly, he turned towards to standing headmistress and asked, " w-what are those kids?"
Headmistress Aurielle smiled in response slowly walking forward stopping just a step away from him.
Garron and the technicians all had their attention completely on her.
"Curious aren’t we?" she said, her face still holding a smile.
Then calmly and gracefully, she reached up and untied the white blindfold wrapped around her eyes, revealing golden ones that had gears in them.
Most or everyone in this room had never seen her without the blindfold so they were completely stuck in a trance, watching the gears slowly spin.
The headmistress’s eyes started glowing subtly and so did the eyes of everyone else in the room.
Soon enough, they looked like puppets on strings. Their bodies had completely relaxed and their expressions had gone blank.
"Forget what you saw today."
It sounded like a command, one they couldn’t fathom rejecting. In sync, they nodded causing her to smile.
"And most importantly..." Aurielle leaned forward slightly, her golden eyes brightening.
You never saw them use anything unusual, you never questioned why or how. The simulation malfunctioned, nothing more."
Their mouths moved in unison.
"Nothing more."
Satisfied, Aurielle retied her blindfold, concealing the impossible mechanisms within her eyes.
The moment the blindfold was back in place, everyone snapped out of the trance they were placed in.
Garron blinked several times, rubbing his forehead, "Ugh... what were we...?"
Aurielle was already walking toward the exit.
"The simulation overloaded," she said calmly, "run diagnostics and prepare a full report for me by tomorrow."
She paused at the doorway and turned towards a certain technician, "would you mind coming with me?"
The technician immediately broke out in cold sweat, but there was no way he’d deny the request so he said, "Y-yes headmistress."
"What the hell just happened?" Garron Boar muttered, still massaging his forehead.
His instincts told him he was forgetting something important, but what? And why did the headmistress call one of the technicians?
The more he thought about it, the more his head pounded in pain, so he just let go and turned to the remaining technicians.
"Find out what caused the simulation to just abandon every safety parameter," he ordered, "and get me the report before tonight."
The technicians nodded quickly and returned to their stations, none of them noticing the gap in their memories.
***
Meanwhile, down the hallway, the chosen technician walked three steps behind the headmistress, trembling.
’Does she knows?’ he thought internally, while he continued behind her, ’no, that’s impossible, the master said she cannot peer into any of our futures, thanks to his veil.’
Successfully reassuring himself, he slowly exhaled as they stepped into the elevator.
The doors closed with a ding before they started ascending.
The cool thing about the headmistress’s office was that it was accessible from any building within the academy.
The gears in the elevator spun as it continued moving upwards, a sound the technician had suddenly became hyper-aware of.
With a ding, the elevator opened and the two walked towards the headmistress’s office door which opened the moment Aurielle got close.
"You’re trembling," she said softly the moment they were in the office and she had sat down., "is something the matter?"
"N-no, Headmistress," he nervously swallowed as he answered, "just... shocked from the simulation malfunction. That’s all."
Aurielle tilted her head slightly.
"A malfunction... yes," her amusement was evident in her voice, "It must have been a dreadful coincidence."
The technician nodded quickly, "y–yes, a terrible coincidence."
"Take a seat," the headmistress gestured towards an empty chair and as if a robot, the man quickly sat down.
There was silence between the two for a while as the technician continued sweating under the headmistress’s ’gaze’.
He believed that his actions and thoughts were still hidden behind his master’s veil but he was finding it hard to keep believing with the way the headmistress was ’looking’ at him.
"Now then," the headmistress said after a short while, "why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here?"
"W-what?" The nervous technician asked.
"Not you," Aurielle said and the moment her words were finished, the temperature in the room dropped a couple of degrees... literally.
The technician’s head jerked back a bit and the moment it returned to its place, his eyes had changed completely.
They were now pitch black and they seem to hold an endless void within.
But even with the change, Aurielle didn’t seem the least bit surprised, it was as if she completely expected all this....which she had.
"I should’ve known I can’t escape your eyes," the technician, no, whatever had taken over his body, spoke in a deeper tone, "Lady Oracle."
Aurielle leaned back, crossing her legs, she placed her hand on her lap and quietly continued looking at the being before her.
It had a smile on its borrowed face as it also quietly looked back at the headmistress.
"What are you doing here?" She finally asked again.
"Would you believe if I said it’s because I missed you?" He said with a smile as he leaned forward a bit.
Headmistress Aurielle didn’t look the least bit amused at his words so he just sighed and stood back up, "I miss those days when I could easily agitate you."
"..." She didn’t say anything...again.
"You see, a little birdie told me," he paused as he approached her desk, "that the little light has awakened, so I came to see for myself."
"So you had your puppet endanger kids?" Aurielle asked in a calm tone.
"Unfortunate casualties," he corrected with a pleasant smile, "necessary sacrifices in the grand scheme of things."
"They were kids," the headmistress said, tapping her desk, "and they could’ve died."
"You make it sound so malicious," he said with a chuckle, "after all, you’re the one who let the game play out, lady Oracle."