The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"See you tomorrow, Professor."

At the stairs, Pearlis turned to the professor and gave him a forced smile.

"You are a good person."

She turned around and went down the stairs, leaving Professor Spencer alone in the corridor, sighing as he looked at her back.

......

Extra) Pencil Sharpener (Part 2)

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

The ringtone. She hated the ringtone.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

In the dream, she was falling in the dark. She had only a pencil sharpener in her hand. She stabbed her wrist with the pencil sharpener.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

Blood flowed out, and she felt pain. She wanted to scream, but it was like a lump in her throat, and her eyes were wide open.

"Snapped!"

Perlis turned off the alarm and sat up in bed. The clock pointed to six o'clock, and the first ray of sunlight from Wesel was shining through the curtains, dimly covering her face with a veil.

She wanted to retch, but she tried hard to suppress it. Although she looked calm on the outside, Perlis reluctantly began to put on her school uniform and put on the shackles.

Ringing, she was heading for the ringing.

......

She walked into the classroom again, the whispers coming as usual, lingering in her ears.

"Oh, look, here comes White Hair, she..."

"Look, the blood hasn't been cleaned up yet, haha, dirty woman, last night..."

"Is Professor Spencer that powerful? Could it be that..."

"Don't talk nonsense, she wants to be promoted directly, after all, she is from the college..."

They were all familiar voices. Perlis remembered that she had laughed with them before. It was a long time ago—no, not that long ago. She walked numbly across the aisle with a calm expression and sat down in her seat as usual. She opened the book, closed it, and then lay down on the cold cover.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

The ringtone rang, and everything gradually became irrelevant to her. It was so hazy, as if it happened in another world.

She is so cold, really cold.

Sleep, only sleep.

......

"You look a little too pale."

At the school gate, the man standing next to the car looked down at the girl's slightly pale face, and a trace of pity flashed in his light green eyes.

"Is it related to Mitro's gang?"

"It's okay," Perlis muttered softly, walked around the man and opened the back door of the car, "Whatever they say."

Perlis got into the car and didn't even choose to sit in the passenger seat. Looking at the stubborn little guy, Ivar sighed helplessly, then opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

Since Perlis came to Wezel State High School, she has gradually changed from being cheerful at the beginning to being gloomy, and now she doesn't even like to talk. Ivar knew something from the conversation with her, but due to his status, he was unable to interfere.

If a [Blade of Babel] were to get involved in a dispute on campus, it would probably cause quite a stir.

How could he not understand what the girl was going through and enduring? Being an alien was never a reason for her to endure all this pain.

Originally, she would probably have a better environment.

Before driving, Ivar closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them again, the light green was mixed with some ink color.

"I owe you that, little girl. Just hold on for a few more years."

The girl didn't say anything, and neither did the man. From the time they met in the icy rain until now, they had exchanged very few words, but they still silently performed the obligations that both parties were supposed to perform.

The car drives away into the distance.

......

Perlis knew that she was trapped in a nightmare.

In her nightmare, she saw endless darkness and countless eyes flashing red in the darkness.

She recalled a long, long time ago when she still loved to laugh and when someone held her in their arms and affectionately called her baby.

The icy rain took everything away and brought her back to Wezel, a city she only had vague memories of as a child.

There were no flowers or windmills here. Compared to Wilkin, the country under the Tower of Babel felt strange to her.

"..."

Perlis curled up quietly in the bed, motionless with her eyes open in the dark. She was no longer at the age where she would cry when she woke up from a nightmare. The whispers in the dark once made her extremely painful, but now she was accustomed to it. She had been taken away all the time, whether it was Edward or those who she once thought were friends.

A blonde girl appeared in Pearlis' mind. The mere appearance of that face made her feel a vague heartache.

Tomorrow morning, the bell will ring again.

The ringing sound, she still had to walk towards the ringing sound.

Perlis gently touched under her pillow, and when she felt the familiar handle of the knife, her uneasiness gradually weakened.

Pencil sharpener, a reassuring pencil sharpener.

Pearlis hid a pencil sharpener under her pillow.

......

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Ivar unceremoniously sat down in the seat in front of the desk, crossed his legs, and looked at the man opposite him coldly with his light green eyes.

"Professor Spencer, since when did the [Academy] grant you the special privilege to call upon the [Blade of Babel]?"

"Lord Ivar..."

"No, I'm not an adult, don't call me that," Ivar muttered, looking at his stiff right arm, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly..."

"In that case, I'll get straight to the point," Spencer straightened up, "What I want to say is that I hope you can make a request to Professor Laplace as a guardian."

"Request? What request?"

"Please let Miss Pollis drop out of school."

The light green eyes narrowed slightly, examining the man opposite. Ivar was silent for a while, as if thinking, but that look made Spencer have an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Why? Her grades are so bad?"

"No, in fact, Miss Pollis has always been ranked in the top four in her grade."

"why?"

"Because she doesn't have to read any more."

Professor Spencer sighed slightly, his hand hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

"This place is just a meaningless energy-consuming furnace for her, and she is tired."

Spencer handed Ivar a cup of tea, but he held out his hand to refuse.

"Can you tell me more about it?" Ivar rested his chin on the table with his right hand. "That little girl hasn't been talking to me lately. Is it related to her social circle?"

"You are very perceptive," Spencer nodded and took a sip of tea, "She has been isolated since the first half of this year."

"Is it because of a fight between children? Is it really that simple?"

"You shouldn't underestimate the disturbance caused by children, Mr. Ivar," Spencer said with a slightly serious expression. "In fact, children at this age value the so-called 'friendship' and 'sense of belonging' very much. Those seemingly minor malicious acts are like the sting of a poisonous bee to children. Although it only hurts slightly, the venom can gradually become fatal."

"Ah, that's really troublesome. Let's talk about the matter," Ivar waved his hand impatiently, "Tell me, why is she isolated? Is it because she did something bad?"

"No, it's not." Spencer shook his head.

"Is that her fault?"

"Yes, but also no."

"Well...it seems that there is no way to resolve the battle quickly today," Ivar leaned back in his chair helplessly, looking up, "You scholars are really all riddlers."

"Excuse me, I'm just trying to explain the complexity of the problem to you," Spencer smiled bitterly and took another sip of tea. "If you like, I will tell you everything about the dispute between Perlis and Mitro."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

Ivar took out a cigarette from his waist and lit it without asking Spencer's opinion. He squinted his light green eyes and looked at Spencer, waiting for him to speak.

"I owe her that."

......

"Wow!"

Ice cold, freezing cold.

Drops of cold water flowed down her cheeks, along the ends of her hair, down her spine, and dripped onto the floor of the toilet.

The coldness flowing through her body was like poison seeping into her bones, making her tremble.

Perlis turned around, and through her blurred vision, she saw Mitro and a group of guys surrounding her. They were blocking the door of the toilet, all with smiles on their faces, looking at the soaked girl with ill intentions.

"Oh, sorry, I'm on duty today," Mitro shook the bucket in his hand with a sickening smile on his face, "I didn't see you were here, so I accidentally splashed it on you, sorry~"

The crowd of onlookers were all sneering, and most of them whispered maliciously when they saw Perlis soaking wet.

"It's a good opportunity to help her wash her body, hehe..." After hearing this, Perlis closed her eyes slightly.

"Do you need a towel?" Mitro took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it on the ground. "Oops, it fell on the ground. Pick it up yourself."

The handkerchief fell to the ground, soaked in ice water and mixed with the dirty dirt on the toilet floor. Perlis glanced at the black-stained white handkerchief, then walked towards the toilet door without saying a word, passing Mitro.

"Hey, don't leave so quickly, let me help you--"

"bass--"

In just a moment, the tip of the knife was only a millimeter away from Mitro's throat - surrounded by the crowd, Perlis glanced over her head, her blood-red eyes flashing with dangerous ferocity, reflecting Mitro's panicked face.

Pencil sharpener. There was a pencil sharpener hidden in Polys's sleeve.

"leave me alone."

Perlis opened her lips slightly, but the sound was extremely clear in the silent toilet. Mitro looked at the knife against his throat with trembling eyes, his mouth trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he had completely lost the ability to open his mouth.

The onlookers were all shocked when they saw this scene. Most of them screamed and backed away. A large circle of people suddenly appeared around Perlis and Mitro. After that, there was silence, a silence so quiet that even the air dared not be heard.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

The bell rang, echoing in every corner of the campus, but was blocked out by the toilet door. Perlis took one last look at Mitro, then lowered the pencil sharpener in her hand and walked out of the toilet door, leaving behind a wet back.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

When the pure white figure left the toilet, Mitro immediately fell to the ground, lowered her head and covered her face with tears. Her long golden hair hung messily from her cheeks, blocking out the whispers around her that continued to belittle the white-haired freak.

The ringtone, or the ringtone that covered everything.

......

Extra) Pencil Sharpener (Part 3)

"So, she didn't do anything at all?"

"Yeah, nothing."

"And then those self-righteous bastards took it upon themselves to isolate her?"

"No, Mr. Ivar, you shouldn't understand it that way."

Professor Spencer straightened his mind slightly, took another sip of tea, took a deep breath, and then spoke again:

"Federation education has always emphasized that the powerful force that humans as a group can generate is far greater than the upper limit that individuals can achieve. Under the influence of this value, students will naturally and instinctively tend to those individuals with similar behavioral values ​​to themselves, and thus reject those who seem out of place in the group."

"This value system itself is neither right nor wrong in the strict sense. After all, it is only with this value system that the Tower of Babel was built on the land of the Academi Federation. However, the interpretation of this value system by adolescents will inevitably be influenced by their immature selves, thus blurring the definition of 'outliers'. The outliers they refer to are not just those who cannot contribute to the group, but gradually become those who are slightly different from them in appearance, behavior, and language. This definition is wrong, but it is still widely spread among the student community like venom."

"Miss Pearlis has never done anything wrong. She is a good child, a rare good child. But she is too different from them. Whether in appearance or in character, she seems out of place in the group."