The Girl Raised by the Death God Holds the Sword of Darkness in Her Arms - Volume 7 - Chapter SS

Bonus Short Stories

Private Academy Z: Senior Year! — Home Room

Mr. Otto entered the classroom just as the bell rang, his steps clipped and precise as he drew up to the teacher’s lectern.

“Let’s begin homeroom.”

Claudia, the student representative for their year, called, “All rise!” They stood up together, every face gripped by the same tense expression.

“—Gile!”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Your fingers are curling! Straighten them out!”

“Understood, ma’am!”

“And you, Ellis!”

There was a pause, then—“Yeah?”

“Your skirt is five millimeters too short!”

“Oh, like you can tell from that distance!”

“Well, then. Let’s measure it, shall we?” Pulling a tape measure from her pocket, Claudia unfurled it with a snap. Ellis raised her hands in surrender.

“All right, all right! I’ll fix it, okay? I’ll fix it!” She hurriedly slipped off her blazer, grumbling under her breath as she rolled her skirt back down to its original length.

The rest—Claudia looked around—seem to be in order. With a nod, she went on.

“Bow!” she shouted. “Be seated!” There was a clatter of chairs being pulled out. When it settled, Mr. Otto picked up the class roll from the desk.

“Roll call,” he announced. “Olivia...” No answer came. “Olivia Valedstorm?”

“Olivia is probably late again today, Mr. Otto,” Claudia said, looking at the chair to her left.

Otto let out an irritated sigh. “Late again. Has the girl ever been on time?”

“So far this term, only on Sports’ Day.” In fact, she had been early that day.

She was really looking forward to Sports’ Day, huh, Claudia had thought with a healthy dose of exasperation.

“Here she is.” Straight A student Ashton tapped her on the back. As Claudia looked over to the corridor, she heard light footfalls approaching. The attention of every student went to the corridor. The door flew open.

“Goowohming ebweewom!” There was Olivia, bread sticking out of her mouth as usual, waving breezily at her classmates.

Otto massaged his temple. “At least do something about the bread in your mouth.”

Olivia nodded, and in the blink of an eye, the bread was gone.

“Good morning, everyone!” she repeated. “And to you, Mr. Otto!”

“You are to say, ‘I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Otto.’ How many times do I have to tell you?”

Olivia looked perplexed. “Don’t you get sick of saying the same thing every day, Mr. Otto?”

“You think so? Then don’t be late. And stop coming to school with bread in your mouth.”

“Huh? But when it comes to being late, the beauty of form is in coming to school with bread in your mouth, isn’t it?”

“There is no beauty of form in being late!” Otto exclaimed, then sighed. “Oh, just forget it. Sit down. Talking to you makes my head ache.”

“Okaaay!” Mr. Otto’s reprimand rolled off her like water off a duck’s back. With her long silver hair and her skirt rippling behind her, Olivia went to her seat.

The boys stared at her, practically drooling, but when Ellis gave them a murderous glare, they quickly turned away. Just like they did every day. The heavy sigh Claudia heard from behind her was another everyday occurrence. Ashton had the great misfortune of having grown up with Olivia.

“Good morning, Claudia.” Sitting down, Olivia gave her a wave and a smile.

Another day of falling victim to Olivia’s whims... Claudia looked at Olivia, who the boys of Private Academy Z called the Angel of Angels, and let out a sigh even deeper than Ashton’s.