Moron Who?

Mrs. Macmillan was a gentle lady, and a young teacher who hadn't even entered motherhood.

Although she would never admit it, getting crushed on by the students was a giant ego boost to any teacher. Especially in high school, where it was far more usual for the students to hate them or just find them annoying instead.

Of course, it was impossible to even consider 'returning' these feelings, unless someone was too keen on getting fired and maybe even going to court.

But over the past few years, she had become used to being the dream lover and crush of many adolescent boys, and even some girls!

It was no wonder, since on top of being good looking and gentle, she was also a decent teacher. Perhaps not good enough to teach to the senior students, but every senior was a freshmen at some point, and they all admired her already.

And so, the last thing she expected while at school, was being called a moron.

"Macmillan! Macmillan you moron! Did you pass this club application?!"

Mrs. Macmillan couldn't comprehend what she was hearing at all. Moron who? Her?!

"Eh? What's going on!"

The silver haired old lady with a slightly hunched back gave her an unamused look. "I'm talking about this, you idiot!"

A piece of paper stamped 'Approved' smacked her on the face, and Mrs. Macmillan recognized it as the 'Princess Emilia's Royal Guards' application she had approved of today.

Although each club could get any teacher to approve them and become their advisor, the Imperial Academy had a system in place to make sure that the teachers could focus fully on their teaching duties.

To that end, special advisors such as this lady took over the job of taking care of any actual 'club advisor' duties, such as attending any meetings or helping the students organize activities.

Under normal circumstances, the teachers and these advisors would never even talk to each other outside of idle chatter in the staff room.

It was only after paying attention to the old lady's outburst that she realized she had fucked up.

As a science teacher, she was quite unfamiliar with history.

When she first went through the application filled with how the club was inspired by the deeds and tales of 'Princess Emilia', and how they aspired to become more like her… it never even crossed her mind that they were talking about one of her own students, and not some ancient historical princess who sacrificed herself in a war.

Moreover, the club's list of proposed activities was so comprehensive that she never treated it as a joke to begin with, and ended up being impressed instead.

But even if she realized that she had fucked up, that too right after being warned by the principal to be extra careful in this matter, the fact that the approved application reached the substitute advisor lady meant that everything was already done.

"U-Uh… what do we do now?"

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Since it was the first week of a new year, the results of all club applications were pasted on the notice board right after the second period. This made sure that the students could quickly rectify their mistakes and not delay their activities or otherwise waste time.

Penny had already confirmed that her club form was approved, and thus began recruiting members earnestly. How could the 'Royal Guards' dedicated to her beloved princess have only a few people from class C? Of course there had to be thousands, no, millions of members!

She never expected to stumble upon the enemy base while looking for more compatriots, however, because the moment she came to class B, what she heard was… blasphemy!

"I heard that some morons from class C even made a fan club for her."

"Fucking retards, the bunch of them. Can't they see she's just a villainess trying to look like a heroine?"

"I bet she looked like a witch, but some plastic surgeon got a fortune to make her look like that. Her real face must be ugly."

"Bet. Which of these rich fuckers don't look good after going under the knife? Those class C morons can't even see beyond the fake skin."

The students in class B were completely unaware of the pint sized girl with ridiculously long blonde hair snooping into their conversation from the closed door.

"Just a little of her plastic face and hypocritical words and they are keeling over."

"Is there really a fan club already though? For real?"

"Yeah, no joke."

"How did you even know of this?"

"Saw it on the notice board just few minutes ago."

"Damn, those morons may be stupid, but they're fast… But don't you need a teacher to approve it?"

"I guess there must be some teachers here who like money?"

"Psh, do those class C bastards even have money? They're already so stupid, and if they were rich, isn't being stupid and rich enough to qualify them for class S?"

"Heh, I guess that conceited bitch must have got wind of it and financed the bribe herself."

"Or maybe this was all her idea."

"Ugh, just stop talking about her. I still wanna have lunch, and you're making me wanna puke."

"Ahaha… sorry. I guess I'm just pissed that Don and Braxy got assaulted like that and nothing happened to that bitch."

"Yeah… how are they now by the way?"

"I heard they went to the green leaf hospital."

"Eh? Isn't that like… super expensive?"

"I guess it's the perks of being assaulted by the rich?"

"Did that bitch really pay for them though?"

"I mean, unless she wants to get sued, her family must have made some arrangements. No matter how rich you are, you still have to fear the law."

"I guess that's true. I hope they sue her after coming out. That would be so cool."

Of course, none of them knew that it wasn't the White Deer family who sent the two bullies to the hospital, but someone else entirely.

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Penny didn't bother entering class B after all those remarks.

Forget about recruiting people from class B, she even wanted to barge in and follow the example of her princess, beating people left and right! Those idiots really deserved it, for daring to disparage her righteous princess like that!

But even the impulsive little blonde managed to reign herself in at the last moment when she thought about her current position.

She was no longer the little idiot Penny who could do as she wished, but the leader of the 'Royal Guards'! It's good if she won, but if she ended up losing against class B and got beat up instead, wouldn't it bring shame to the princess?!

And so, the first order of business was… recruit more comrades!

And then… destroy class B!

That was all she thought of before heading into class A, the domain of the top students in the school, the nerd utopia.

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Meanwhile, in one of the private rooms in the 'Green Leaf' hospital, the two boys who had been beaten up by Emilia in class B were busy arguing with each other.

"H-Hey Don, I don't think it's a good idea to get involved with these people."

The heavy built boy gave his athletic friend a depressed look. The bruises on their bodies weren't big, but the ones on their ego would never be able to heal if they swallowed this insult. At least, that was so for him, and he just hoped that his friend shared the same thought.

"Are you happy to get beaten up like that? Are you a masochist or something'? Do you wish that bitch had stepped on your face instead of beating you with a chair?"

The athletic boy's bruised face turned even uglier at his friend's insults, but he clenched as teeth and tried to remain rational.

"Bro… listen to me. Even if we listen to what that guy says and manage to do everything right, what are we gonna do if her family investigates and finds out about us?"

"Braxy you bastard… do you think the 'Black Tiger' is weak? Why are you being such a pussy?"

The athletic boy rubbed his arm nervously as he felt a chill running through his nerves. He truly regretted many things in his life, but his greatest regret today was goading his friend into bullying people for extra pocket money.

"N-No bro, I'm just saying we're just small fries. Let's stay out of this. We made a mistake, and it's fine if we get beat up a little. At least they didn't expel us, right?"

Don slammed the hospital bed with his fist, making a heavy but dull thump.

"So we just ignore everything and study like good boys?"

Braxy knew it wouldn't work, but he still felt that he had to say it. "Y-Yeah, let's just start over, bro. We're not anyone's thugs, let's just focus on our studies and finish school properly."

"Son of a bitch! If you wanna chicken out, then fuck off! Would you even be in this school if not for me? Who taught your dumb ass who only knows how to swing a ball in a basket till you got here?! Fuck, go fuck that whore if you want!"

"Don…"

The athletic boy sighed as he collapsed back on his hospital bed, staring at the white ceiling in a daze. He truly felt that today they had reached a junction in their life where they would no longer be able to go back to being top students like in the past.

Truly, it was a mistake to lead his friend in this direction back then.

It's not that he didn't want any revenge, but he truly felt that the ones suffering the most in the end might be none other than themselves.

But even if he didn't want to get involved, Don was already set on doing it himself. And as the one who made his best friend walk this path, he couldn't let him go alone.

And so, the athletic boy finally made up his mind.

"Fine… let's do this, then. But from now on, you stay back, and let me take the lead. If we're gonna fuck her up, we better make sure we do it right."