The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　Under Ersula's influence, Ines quickly integrated into the small group in the dormitory.

　As a newcomer, and given her introverted and quiet personality, Little Black Sheep's position in the group was that of a quiet, transparent listener.

　School life was similar to her time in Letania. In the morning, she would come to school to pick up her various documents, go to the cafeteria for lunch, and in the afternoon, she would go to her respective class to report for duty and arrange her seat. By this time, the roommates in the dormitory would have settled in, and then it would be the whole class that would get used to each other.

　"I wonder who our teacher is. I've heard that many high school teachers are particularly strict. Hopefully, we'll find one with a good temper."

　Ines' dormitory room was basically filled with six people, arranged in groups, with the front, middle and back rows perfectly occupied. She was in the middle, with the windowsill to her left and Ersula to her right.

　The class was quite noisy. Although the class was reorganized after the junior high school students entered the senior high school, some of the students in the class already knew each other from the two years of junior high school and the relatively small number of students. As soon as they entered the class, they sat down in pairs and chatted about their lives during the holidays, their extracurricular activities, or other random topics.

　"..."

　The crisp sound of heels clicking on the floor tiles rang out, and a long dress in dark blue and ink black was the first to float into the room, followed by a cold face that fell down.

　Her long, grey-blue hair cascaded down like silk, and her fiery red eyes resembled a pair of beautiful agates.

　Stone, with its tree-branch-like horns and glossy black wings, highlights her identity, while the beauty mark at the corner of her left eye further accentuates her beauty.

　But her coldness and indifference only brought the immense pressure she brought into the classroom as well.

　Standing on the podium, under her silent gaze, everyone fell silent. Some people lowered their heads and sat on the table, pens in hand, flipping through new books, pretending to be ostriches.

　"Your class is the noisiest in the whole corridor."

　She spoke only after the classroom had fallen completely silent. Her melodious voice, however, was like a cold winter wind, making the students tremble with fear.

　"Oh no... It's the cold-faced banshee, Aphrodite. We're doomed."

　Ersula's voice was as soft as a mosquito's bite, but even so, she was clearly seen. Before Ines could hear her clearly, the beautiful teacher on the podium had already called on her deskmate.

　"Hey, you pink-haired Sarkaz girl, stand up. Stop looking, is there another pink-haired girl in this class?"

　"Old, teacher..."

　"Since you like to talk so much, repeat what you just said."

　"I, I won't do it again next time, teacher."

　"Didn't you hear what I said? I don't want anyone to have to repeat their question a second time after I ask it in the future."

　Ines now understood why Ersula had said they were doomed.

　This teacher... is really too strict.

　“I, I mean it. We were so lucky that the sorcery master, Aphrodite, taught us.”

　Are you lucky?

　Ersula looked like she was about to cry.

　The other students in the class had similar feelings, and a few were even gloating.

　"Well then, since you all like to laugh so much, why don't you stand up and introduce yourselves to everyone? You, sit down."

　"Thank you, teacher! Whew..."

　After sitting down, Ersula patted her chest as if she had escaped death. Before Ines could comfort her, the panic on her face had disappeared, and she looked at the unfortunate students who had been called up with a smirk.

　Starting with those three, a hellish event occurred during the freshmen's first day of school: self-introductions.

　Introduce yourself?

　How should she introduce herself?

　As Ines pondered and struggled with her thoughts, Ersula beside her was called to her feet.

　"Hello everyone, I am Ursula. My name is Ursula, the hero of our history! So my ambition is to become an officer! Blah blah blah..."

　"That's enough, that's enough. You'll have plenty of time to explain your ideals later. Don't bother the other students."

　The banshee teacher on the podium waved her hand, but Ersula seemed to be engrossed in her lecture and was about to tell the students about the deeds of the hero Ersula. Ines watched as the banshee's horned wings drooped. She grabbed the pen in her book and cast a spell to shut up her classmate's chattering mouth.

　"Hmph. Ten minutes of silence. Alright, Caprini, it's your turn to introduce yourself."

　"Ah, hello everyone. I am Ines."

　Should I say more? Or is it enough to leave it as it is?

　Ines didn't know, but seemingly afraid of another conspicuous bag like Ersula appearing, the banshee teacher waved for her to sit down.

　After everyone had finished their introductions, the sorceress teacher tapped the blackboard with her pen, drawing everyone's attention.

　"I am Aphrodite Ducanfaris. I believe many of you know who I am, and if you don't, that's okay. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. I will also be your homeroom teacher for the next few years. I will teach quite a few subjects, including your Kazdel language class, foreign language class, and Originium Arts Fundamentals and Applications."

　After delivering the stern warning, her tone softened slightly. Having taught for a long time, she knew what these teenagers were like.

　After explaining the arrangements for tomorrow, Aifanier dismissed the get out of class, told them to go home, pack up, get some rest, and prepare for tomorrow's classes.

　Who is Ines?

　"Yes, teacher."

　Why did you suddenly call out to her?

　Little Black Sheep, who was just about to go back to the dormitory with Ersula and the others, almost had her heart jump out of her chest when she was called.

　"Your parents left something for you. Come with me to get it."

　"Ah, yes, teacher."

　Under the curious gaze of Ersula and the others, Ines tiptoed behind the banshee teacher toward the office.

　"..."

　The succubus in front of her had a very fragrant scent, probably some kind of perfume. Ines didn't understand these things, but the succubus teacher in front of her perfectly matched the image of the elves in the storybooks she had read: excellent figure, beautiful appearance, but too strict and not easy to talk to.

　"here."

　The teacher's office is a student's "hell." Except for a few special students who might thrive there, for an ordinary student like Ines, going to the office is almost like taking half her life.

　There weren't many teachers in the office, only six including Aifanier, and they all seemed to be homeroom teachers on this floor.

　Aifanel sat in the chair, her long legs beneath her skirt creating slight waves as they crossed tightly. The glossy black patent leather low heels and sheer black stockings partially exposed beneath the skirt accentuated her legs and feet, creating an alluring silhouette.

　She was beautiful, and after her horned wings swayed gently, she took a card from the table.

　Ines recognized it; it was a cafeteria meal card. She had used Ersula's meal card for lunch today.

　"Here you go. There's already 200 yuan on your meal card. That's about enough for a week's food expenses. Come back to me when you've used it up, and I'll top it up for you."

　"Is it... huh?"

　Ines nodded repeatedly after taking the meal card, but she still couldn't quite understand what Aphrodite had said.

　Why did she come to find her when her meal card was out of money?

　Shouldn't she... go home and ask her new 'father' for help?

　"Huh? Didn't the person who brought you here tell you that?"

　Looking at the little black sheep shaking its head in confusion, Aifanier had no intention of explaining further to her.

　"It's okay if you don't know, let's go back."

　"is teacher."

　Who brought her here?

　Does Sister Askalen know this teacher?

　Not quite understanding, Ines went back to her dormitory first.

　"Classes start tomorrow... Ugh, why are we called the Cold-Faced Banshee Cult?"

　Lying in bed under the covers, Ines listened to Ersula's wails and finally asked the question that had always been on her mind.

　"Is it because she's too strict?"

　“Being strict is one thing. Oh, right, you don’t know.”

　Ersula leaned down from the top of the bed, her long tail slapping against the bed railing as she explained to Ines why they were so afraid of each other.

　"She's a master of sorcery; you saw her unpredictable spells. It's said that if anyone fails her test, she'll punish them with terrible spells."

　"for example?"

　"For example, she might cast a spell that makes a student cry if he doesn't look at his textbook, and he'll hold that book all day until he understands the contents and then he'll turn back to normal."

　"Or she might cast a spell on students who are late, causing them to grow horns if they don't get up on time. Sarkaz horns are already difficult to manage, and I don't even want to imagine how heavy my head would be if they got any bigger."

　"..."

　It doesn't sound that scary.

　Ines didn't quite understand why they were afraid if it was only this level. Perhaps they were just students, and the spells the other party cast were meant to punish or eliminate students' laziness or unwillingness to study, but they would seem terrifying under her strict teaching.

　In short, Ines was really looking forward to tomorrow's class.

　"Hurry, Ines. We need to go for our morning run."

　"Running morning exercises?"

　The ringing bell startled Little Black Sheep awake, and Ersula's voice called from beside her. Without thinking, she quickly changed into her school uniform, followed the line out of the dormitory, and queued up on the adjacent playground.

　"We have to run five laps."

　If you run on an empty stomach, your stomach will start growling.

　Fortunately, after running, she could go to the cafeteria for breakfast without having to do morning reading. Ines wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead and followed Ersula and the others to have breakfast.

　The school cafeteria serves very good food, with a wide variety of dishes in the morning. Ines ordered a fried rice dish that was supposedly a specialty of Yan Country. The lady serving the food said it was made with fresh, delicious local eggs from Kazdel.

　She couldn't tell the difference between free-range and regular eggs, but the taste was indeed quite good; one serving was enough to keep her going until noon.

　"Phew... What classes are there in the morning?"

　"It seems to be math. Ugh, why do we have to study math so early in the morning? My head is going to explode."

　Since there was still time after dinner, Ines went back to wash up before going to the classroom.

　As soon as I entered the classroom, I heard my classmates complaining.

　"math?"

　Ines tilted her head. Although she didn't know what kind of math was taught in Kazdel, based solely on her experience with math courses in Letania, Ines was already prepared to feel dizzy and overwhelmed.

　Other subjects can be learned with effort, but if you can't learn math, then you really can't.

　"Here they come, the teacher is here."

　Unlike the footsteps heard yesterday, the teacher walked more steadily today.

　Ines watched her walk into the classroom, take off her hood to reveal her beautiful white hair and white horns, and then saw her write her name on the blackboard.

　"I am Quessana, your math teacher."

　Her voice was gentler than that of the banshee homeroom teacher, and Ersula beside her seemed quite excited as well.

　"Wow, it's Teacher Quessina! I'm going to study really hard now."

　"Huh? Why?"

　"Of course it's because Teacher Quessina is very gentle and beautiful. I've heard that nothing can make her angry."

　"what……"

　It's that simple?

　Ines didn't quite understand. The white-haired, white-horned math teacher in front of her wasn't much different in appearance from the succubus homeroom teacher, but it was just her personality that made most students prefer her classes.

　"Now, please open your textbooks, students. Today we will learn..."

　A class lasts exactly forty-five minutes. Since it was the first day of class, the teacher didn't go into too much depth. Ines felt that she could understand and learn the material, and that she could keep up with the pace of learning, which made her happy.

　"Who is Ines?"

　"I, I"

　Yes, teacher.

　But when get out of class ended, the other party suddenly called out Ines's name.

　"Okay. Your family left something with me. Come with the teacher to pick it up."

　"Ugh?"

　Why is there still something there?