3 Chapter 3

It was impossible to leech off of the Headmaster's hospitably for long and I wasn't the one to stay idle. Therefore, participating in school activities alongside the brat may have been a way to occupy my time for the next harrowing five years.

As the idea of transporting to another world started to sink into my mind albeit reluctantly, it came to my understanding how I was able to communicate fluently between English and whatever their language was. They however, did not know the reason either and I did not bother to dive into it as much as long as it solved issues related to miscommunication.

Despite being able to speak and read their almost Arabic like alphabet as if were directly translated by a professional translator, I failed to write in their respective language when the Headmaster requested. When I wrote in perfect English, they saw it as a foreign blocky runes and when I wrote in Chinese, the results were somewhat the same.

What wasn't fine, was that the brat was tasked to teach me how to write in his language an hour every day after lessons were finished. It was a logical decision by the Headmaster, but my heart bubbled in an undisclosed anger only to realize that my pride was greatly stirred.

The brat didn't look too well either, his initial shock quickly fading as fast as his face was drained of color. There was no room to object, not as if he had the guts to do so anyways; serving as his just punishment for his reckless summoning. It didn't sit right as I was treated as something to be feared but I'd be lying if I did not enjoy the look of terror reflecting in his green eyes.

"As for the lodging, tuition, and other paperwork; rest assured for I will diligently deal with these matters for a smooth transition into our humble academy." The Headmaster smiled causing his wrinkles near his eyes to be more prominent. With his long white beard and wise blue eyes, he looked strikingly similar to whoever played Dumbledore or Grandalf.

"For now, please stay at this dorm-room." He turned to the brunette, "Please guide Miss Ran to her dorm." A gold encrusted key appeared before landing in the palm of the brat's hand; the three black numbers "444" deeply engraved.

As if my mood could get any worse, the heaviness prominent in my heart deepen more looking despondently at the ignorant Headmaster.

Hey! Mr. Headmaster, are you the Chinese devil?