Chapter 53 - Back to the routine [4]

With those thoughts, the class slowly came to an end. I had already told Owen that I would talk to the teacher about what I had told him earlier, so I just got up and headed towards the classroom exit. Most of the students still seemed curious about me, since I simply didn't explain anything. They probably became even more curious when I told the teacher that it would be better to tell her privately everything that happened.

Anyway, after a few minutes walking through the university halls, I finally reached the place where the teachers stay. Usually, when a teacher's class ends, we have about 10 minutes to get ready for the next one. I knocked twice on the door and a voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

Following the voice, I opened the door and entered. There she was, my teacher, looking busy correcting something. I wouldn't say we were very close, but overall, I considered her like a friend whom I always trusted. Although it's somewhat strange to have that kind of relationship with a teacher.

"Ah, Noah, have a seat" she said as soon as she noticed it was me, pointing to an empty chair in front of her.

Following her words, I sat down in front of her. After that, our gazes met.

"So Noah, what exactly happened to you that we need to have this private conversation?" the teacher asked, giving me a curious look.

Letting out a brief sigh, I poured out everything to the teacher about what happened in the other plane. Taking out my hidden rune, I laid out all the details for her, including the part where I found myself compelled to take someone's life who tried to kill me.

As she listened to my narrative, I could see an expression of deep concern on her face. After concluding the whole story, reaching the point of the final battle against the Glacial Sloth, both I and my teacher fell silent for a few seconds, absorbing the magnitude of the events.

"Honestly, your story is... somewhat hard to believe" she replied with a pensive look.

"Do you think I made up this whole story?" I questioned.

"No, that's not what I meant" she corrected herself, with a serious expression. "I don't doubt your sincerity, I know how dedicated you are. But... do you have any evidence to support what you've told me?"

After hearing her words, I stared at her for a few seconds. Although she expressed her doubts, it was evident that she really wanted to believe me. Probably, if I left without offering any proof, the next day I'd be heading to a mental institution. With that thought in mind, I let out a brief sigh and got up from the chair.

Then, I extended my hand to the side, watching as the teacher followed each of my movements with curiosity. Then, coming from a vortex, my scythe appeared in my hand. The teacher's eyes widened in surprise at this sight.

"I... I guess that's not a replica?" the teacher murmured, approaching me slowly, as if trying to process everything she was seeing.

"Yes, it's actually a usable scythe" I replied.

"... Do you mind if I touch it?" she asked, with a mix of curiosity and apprehension shining in her eyes.

"Sure, go ahead" I replied, giving her permission to proceed.

Hearing my consent, she, with some hesitation, reached out and touched my scythe. We spent a few minutes with her examining every part of it, even tapping it to check if it was really made of metal. After this thorough examination, the teacher returned to sit at her desk. This time, she seemed even more confused than before, which, honestly, I found understandable.

"Do you believe me now?" I asked, as my scythe was engulfed in a dark reddish fire that disappeared shortly after.

My teacher noticed this, and her eyes narrowed even more. However, she only let out a brief sigh. Although it wasn't the right time for it, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind at that moment.

"Well... even if I don't want to believe everything you said, it's hard to deny after all the evidence you've shown me. Normal people can't summon a giant scythe out of nowhere and dissolve it into a dark fire that I've never seen in my life" the teacher replied, seeming to resign herself to fate.

Putting myself in her shoes, I wouldn't know how to react to all this information. In fact, from my point of view, she really showed nerves of steel for not freaking out with everything I told her.

"Anyway, that's why I couldn't attend college during this time" I said, shrugging.

The room fell silent after I laid out my story. My teacher seemed immersed in deep thoughts. I had no idea what she thought of my absurd narrative, but either way, she couldn't claim anymore that I was lying.

"So... about the part where you mentioned killing someone... did that really happen?" my teacher asked, her serious expression adding weight to the question.

"... Yes" I replied succinctly.

Upon hearing my words, the teacher covered her face with both hands. Her thoughts remained hidden to me, but her expression suggested she considered me a murderer.

"Are you disappointed in me?" I inquired.

It had come to a point where I saw her more as an older sister than just a teacher. Anyway, what's done is done, and I'm not one to dwell on the past.

"What? No, I'm actually relieved it was him and not you" she replied, letting out a brief sigh.

Her words caught me off guard, so much so that I couldn't control my expression. I honestly didn't expect such a response. I mean, was that really what a teacher should say to a student who admitted to taking a life? I was genuinely confused.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?" she asked, visibly taken aback by my gaze.

"No... It's just that, honestly, I was expecting a scolding or something..." I replied.