The Devil WithInn 58 I Love My Bed 5

"Do you know what you just did to me earlier?"

The man hissed as he showed her his swollen eye.

"I'm really sorry. I-i didn't know what came over me! I thought you wer--"

Inna started to explain but he cut her off.

"Upon hearing some knocking, I expected to see a guest. NOT A PUNCH TO THE EYE!"

He angrily roared as he winced from the pain.

"And while I was trying to recover from what just happened, you actually had the audacity to hit the back of my head with the door!"

Inna finally figured out why his head also had a second bag of ice on it.

"Well, I was scared! I thought you were a ghost!"

"I mean, look at you! You look like a walking corpse!"

Inna gestured at his whole being as though she was trying to prove her point.

But the man glared at her again with only his unharmed eye.

"I wasn't able to sleep properly for the past month! I had too many things to do to actually care about what I look like when answering the door of my own house!"

"And to think, when I finally had some rest after so long, some lunatic arrives and punches me in the eye!"

"And guess what? It didn't stop there! That same lunatic bashed the back of my head! So tell me, right now, what can you possibly expect me to do aside from reporting you? Hmmm?"

The man raised his eyebrow as he stared at her with anger in his eye.

Inna didn't know how to answer the question without fueling the flames so she just slowly placed the half dead lily in the table.

Seeing it, the man's eyes almost bulged out of its sockets.

"Oh dear heavens….."

He inwardly wept.

This monster is actually a student in his cla.s.s.

He sighed long and loudly in despair.

Seeing that she won't be leaving anytime soon, he decided to relax so he leaned back towards the sofa. He faced the ceiling but all the while muttering complaints towards the heavens.

After he safely secured the ice packs on the back of his head and on his eye, he closed his other eye and spoke without facing her.

"Name."

Hearing the surrender and despair in his voice, Inna can't help but scrunch up her face in irritation.

Why does all the old people in this world hate her?

Nevertheless, she still answered.

"Ingrid Lidden."

"Age?"

"Eighteen."

"Freshman?"

"Yea."

"And why do you have a lily?"

"Because I was given one, duh."

The man really wanted to throw the ice bags at her.

"No student has ever been placed in the Lily cla.s.s on their first day before."

"Well, it's because of my apt.i.tude."

"Hmmm?"

The man became curious, so he wanted her to elaborate further.

"I'm only a Starter rank peak stage."

Hearing this, the man sat up straight, making the ice bags fall off entirely.

"18?! And still just a Starter rank?"

He gasped in disbelief.

"Why are you even here?! The Academy would never let such a stupid weak student inside! Even the lower academies wouldn't even accept someone so weak and uneducated! And to be honest, the Lily cla.s.s wouldn't accept such a weak and dumb student either!"

Inna had enough of the words 'weak' and 'stupid' being used to describe her.

"Listen up, you creepy codger. I didn't know jacks.h.i.t about Magic until about 2 months ago, so don't go telling me I'm weak and dumb. Or else I'll show you 'weak' when I bash your other eye until it comes out of your mouth!"

Inna's sharp tongue made its appearance.

Hearing her threat, the man's eye suddenly started hurting as he remembered the pain. So he picked up the fallen ice bags on the ground and placed them back on his injuries but not before muttering,

"Yea, totally not weak at all…"

After holding the ice bag in place, he finally talked while looking at her.

"Haaaaaaaahhhhhh…. Since you're a new student, I should've done proper protocol."

"Apologies for not being present when you teleported. I never expected that I would get someone in the Lily cla.s.s hence, the lack of preparations."

"My name is Ulima. I am the a.s.signed prefect of the Lily dorms. I'm also both a teacher and a researcher in the Magic department. I specialize in Magical Theory. I discuss the theories behind magic, its composition, origin, and of course, it's functionally. I go into technical details and uncover distinct phenomenon in magic usage and magical output. An example would be the selective restriction of magic towards ancient words of Eriden that seemed to be linked towards its trigger and its output of power."

"E--" She was about to say 'English please,' but she remembered that they were supposed to be speaking in Eridoan now.

"E?" Ulima stopped and stared.

Having to think fast, she just went with whatever popped in her mind.

"Eeeooowwww…"

Ulima deeply furrowed his brows at her.

What up with her now?

Is she making cat noises?

Weirded out by her, he began to speculate that something was indeed strange about the situation.

Maybe the real reason why she was sent here in the Lily dorms was not because of her apt.i.tude…

… but because she's actually crazy!