Ah! What have I done!

Griffith was extremely ashamed. Although it was just an accident, and it was an accident that made him a lot of money, such an accident had already put him on the road to social death and being beaten to death by the Canaanite Archon.

Ran wildly.

…

This semester's Flying Leaf arrived at Homemonworth without incident.

At the dinner, two unknown elf wizards appeared next to Principal Tiberion. After he finished his speech for the new semester, he nodded to the guests and then announced to everyone:

“We are honored to introduce to you two new colleagues from Canaan,

"The distinguished high-ranking mage, His Excellency Julius Sidious, he will serve as the first-year spells teaching and the dean in charge of upper-year spells research,

"His Excellency Archmage Samuel Servicius, Associate Professor of the Theory and Practice of Charm Tactics Course."

Two magnificently dressed male elves stood up and nodded to the students in the audience. Sidious, the high-ranking mage of Sequence 6, wore a white robe decorated with mithril and fine gold, pure white and blue.

Pale gold and deep red gems adorned the cuffs and collar, and multiple layers of crystal arc-shaped halos appeared and disappeared around him.

He has a rare appearance that makes all praise pale, and he is free and easy, majestic and noble. His long pale golden hair reflects a confusing light in the light of white diamonds in the Hall of Homemon Watts.

Griffith vaguely felt that Sidious's beauty looked familiar, but he couldn't explain why.

The girls present let out bursts of exclamations. Even the daughter of a famous family who paid the most attention to etiquette couldn't help but marvel.

"Are all elves so good-looking?" Fiona's eyes glowed, staring intently at the astonishing-looking dean in charge.

Galadia smiled and said nothing.

Griffith looked very gloomy. He had no interest in men and male elves.

Although Miss Elf did not slap him on the spot, she avoided him since then and even sat in another seat during the dinner.

They both sat together all the time.

Ah! What have I done!

Griffith took a sip of golden rum in frustration and examined the enchanted jewelry on the two professors.

Another associate professor, Archmage Samuel of Sequence 7, is quite extraordinary in terms of temperament and appearance, but compared to the more noble and beautiful Sidious, he is not so eye-catching.

The two elf wizards simply addressed the students and returned to their seats, seemingly not very interested in this job.

The next banquet was a routine ceremony. The band played moving music and welcomed the new semester with singing.

Galadia, Sonia and Fiona formed a group last semester, and this time they performed an amazing chorus. The three girls wore long white dresses decorated with blue crystals, just like in the story

The lakeside is as charming as a fairy.

The somewhat heavy atmosphere in the hall became lively, making everyone forget about the sad faces of a few Shutoral.

I'm going to have a chat with Galadia. Oh no, no, no, it's an apology! It's a reflection! It's a matter of proposing corrective measures!

Griffith pinched his face hard to cheer up. The elf's high-pitched voice was distant and ethereal, causing ripples of resonance in his chest, gently pushing away the countless bad emotions that had accumulated for a long time.

However, until Griffith absentmindedly finished the rest of his dinner, the elf girl did not come back from the backstage. After a while, everyone should go back to their respective rooms.

He stood up, left the banquet inconspicuously, passed through the side door in the corner of the hall, and walked towards the secluded backstage.

In order to make it easier for students to put on makeup and change clothes for the performance, there are several private rooms next to the hall of Homemonworth. When Griffith walked over, he happened to see Sonia and Fiona chatting softly as they walked towards the hall.

Go. He subconsciously hid in the shadows and waited for them to pass.

This couldn't be better.

The performance was over, and the only one left in the dressing room was Galadia. Griffith walked over confused and excited, and even he didn't know what to say when they met later.

When he came to the door of the dressing room, he found that the door was ajar. There were two people in the room chatting in a brisk tone that was difficult to hear.

One of them is Galadia, who is the other? Griffith leaned carefully against the door and glanced into the room through the crack in the door.

The elf lady, who had taken off her corolla, was wearing a thin long skirt, loosened the ribbons and buttons that tied her shoulders, and was sitting on the dressing table. From Griffith's point of view, only her slim back and smooth black hair could be seen.

.She was complaining about something in her sweet voice

"You are finally free! You really don't care about me at all~ (human language)." Then she switched to the ethereal Elvish language like a mountain spring, and her touching voice sounded like a coquettish voice.

Griffith's ears perked up!

At this time, the gorgeous and noble Sidious walked over from the corner of his sight and leaned against the girl. His sharp and arrogant eyes were gone. He looked at her with gentle eyes, whispered a few words, and then

He raised his hands and placed them on the girl's attractive breasts, groping for something.

Galadia twisted her body, a bit complaining in her tone, but she did not stop her.

Griffith felt like he was struck by lightning and could hardly breathe. His brain went blank, and his rationality evaporated instantly. His left hand was pressed on the Corrupted Feather Fencing Sword, and his right hand was unconsciously rubbing the bone ring.

Sidious' sharp gaze suddenly focused on the crack in the door. He gracefully walked around Galadia, faced the door of the dressing room, and chanted an incomprehensible spell.

Black thorns surged out of the cold floor tiles for no apparent reason and wrapped around Griffith's ankles. But as soon as they got close to the trainee knight's boots, they turned into ashes as if they were burned by fire.

A smile flashed across the corner of Sidious's mouth in the room, his right hand flashed, and an ice-blue long sword appeared in his hand.

"What's going on?" Galadia, who was blocked behind her, saw the sharp blade in the high-level mage's hand and hurriedly jumped off the dressing table and looked towards the door.

At this time, Griffith raised his hand and knocked lightly on the wooden door, then slowly opened it: "Excuse me, it's me."

Sidious frowned slightly and spoke in Elvish language with disgust, then switched to human language and said: "You rude human, how dare you peek into the girl's privacy, I will crush you into dust.

"

OK! Come on!

The corners of Griffith's mouth turned up involuntarily, and he took a step forward silently. He wished he could fight with the high-level archmage and tear him alive. In such a narrow space, the blood in his body was already rising.

Think you have an advantage.

Isn't it Sequence 6? Under the disturbance of being unable to drive magic power, throw the gun three times at close range, and I will make you regret coming to this world.

"Wait! What are you doing? Stay back!" Galadia hurriedly walked between the two of them, first stopped Griffith with her eyes, then turned to the high-level elf mage and said quickly

A piece of Elvish language.

There was no emotion at all on Sidious's calm face. He glanced at Griffith, who was on the verge of breaking out, then looked at Galadia, shook his head and spoke in Elvish.

"I know, I know!" Galadia waved her hand, pulled up Griffith's sleeve and walked towards the hall.

Griffith, who was ready to fight, was pulled out and followed her obediently.

The banquet in the hall has long ended, and the students who have eaten and drank enough have already gotten up and returned to their dormitories. Brownies of all sizes are busy clearing away the tableware, tables and chairs.

The two of them walked side by side along the quiet corridor.

Galadia looked at Griffith strangely, as if she had something to say, but she opened her mouth and said nothing. The latter had already recovered from the stomach pain and anger, and apologized to her first: "That

,I’m sorry before.”

"Stop mentioning it." Galadia lowered her head and covered her face. After a while, she keenly felt that something was not right in the atmosphere, so she stopped and asked, "Is there anything else I don't know about?"

Okay? You can tell me."

What should I say about this? What is your relationship with Sidious? He is one of the elves you mentioned dating you before? Has your relationship reached that level?

Griffith looked at the girl's clothes and charming lines, and suddenly felt a stomachache and dizziness again. He wanted to know the answers to these questions very much, but he couldn't ask them. He was worried if the answers were what he guessed.

, how should the two get along.

"Then~ wait until you think about it and tell me. Don't keep it in your heart." Galadia waited for a while but didn't get his reply. She hesitated and moved forward, looking at Ge.

Riffis's side face was tilted, his head slightly tiptoed, and his slender hand moved beside his strong palm, as if he wanted to do something.

Before Griffith could understand, Galadia shrank back with a blushing face, turned around and walked forward slowly: "Let's go, it will be too late if we don't go back. There are many classes tomorrow~"

Griffith nodded and quickly followed the elf's deft footsteps.

At the end of the dark corridor behind them, Sidious stared at the backs of the two of them, his disgust and displeasure seeming to be substantial.

After returning to the dormitory, Griffith always had some strange feelings, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

The soft bed at Homemonworth was much more comfortable than the wooden bed at the Earl's Mansion. After rolling a few times in the bed, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

…

This seems to be a strange mansion. The style of architecture and furniture is something Griffith has never seen before. It is gorgeous and exquisite with a hint of natural charm, as if the entire mansion is a harmonious whole.

Griffith looked around confusedly and found that he had come to an unknown place.

There is a legend circulating in Homemonworth that there are some hidden places in this huge castle that will invite students to enter a strange little world.

The endless corridor was dark, with neither candlesticks nor chandeliers. On both sides of the roof, there seemed to be a concave gap, where gem-like crystals were inlaid.

Griffith had just taken two steps when a burst of shouting suddenly came from the darkness behind him. He turned his head and found a man running towards him screaming from the darkness.

"Don't chase me! Help!" The person shouting was a senior in the second grade, the eldest son of a great nobleman. He was handsome and talented, and very popular among girls. He screamed and ran to Griffith

next to him and grabbed his arm.

"Save me! Save me!"

Before the senior could explain clearly what the danger was, Griffith suddenly felt something in the corner of his sight. He quickly turned around and saw a white thing emerging from the deep darkness with an astonishing movement.

The speed is approaching.
To be continued...