Chapter 46: To the Director's Office!

— I don't understand how I did it—complained Agatha desperately—I was there with those fish that suddenly became a child, disappeared in rays of light, and out of nowhere a stampede of animals was heading towards me and I could hear their thoughts.

— Quiet Agi, calm—Sophie tried to calm her down.

Agatha breathed several times, trying to calm down, but seemed to be hyperventilating.

After Sophie helps her have a more controlled breathing rhythm, I try to explain her situation.

— Something similar happens to me—she confessed.

Agatha looked at her with eyes like saucers.

— Go to your stat's panel – I advise Sophie – isn't there any skill you find weird?

Agatha checked her statistics dashboard and found a skill she didn't understand.

— There's a skill called "heart connection"—I explain to Sophie.

She nodded.

— I have one called "natural communication with evil"—she confessed to her friend—apparently if you are 100% pure of heart you allow yourself to connect with the creatures of your respective alignment.

Agatha blinked without quite understanding what Sophie meant by "100% pure of heart".

Sophie sensed his doubts and explained herself better.

— It means that by the standards of this world, you—I point to Agatha's nose with one of her perfect manicure nails—are pure of heart—she said as she put her hands on her cheeks and fluttered her eyelashes.

Agatha rolled her eyes.

— What about you? — She asked skeptically—Are you also 100% pure of heart?

— Apparently, yes—declared Sophie—but 100% pure evil—she said in a dark voice as she moved his fingers next to her face and showed her the false fangs she had made in Callis' class.

— Of course! — Agatha laughed—and I am the queen of Camelot.

"If you knew" Sophie thought.

She had already made enough prophecies for a day to tell her friend on time if she was the future queen of Camelot.

Sophie saw again the boy who was receiving the scolding of her life behind the glass door of Professor Dovey's office from her and the two headmasters.

Some might argue that the occasion lent itself to confusion, but the truth is that if Tedros had seen the scene instead of just the burning bushes, no one would have been hurt.

The scolding was not for acting in the face of danger, but for having run towards this blind man, in a fit of rage.

It was a very important reason, but also a very abstract one, so after an hour of scolding, they would most likely let him go as long as there was no real consequence of his actions.

In other words, if the wounded boy (ex-gargoyle) came out well from Professor Dovey's magical postoperative period.

Things were looking good for the boy by now, so it was very likely that Tedros would come out of this with a warning and a lot of extra homework for the kind of good deeds and chivalry.

Sophie sighs, it seems that in the end there are things that cannot be changed.

Despite all the direct and indirect interference of Chaos, many things were still running their course.

She assumed her main job was to break that course in the most spectacular way possible, but for now, she had only altered things a bit.

Most of this whole drama was the work of Chaos himself.

She had to start working to earn his bread.

For once, she found a boss and a decent job, she couldn't throw him overboard.

Out of nowhere, the doors leading to the waiting area where Sophie and Agatha were slammed open and pulled Sophie out of reflections on her work performance.

Lady Lesso had arrived, and Sophie chose to avoid the basilisk gaze she was throwing.

She was glad that in Dovey's office there were two professors of good, because it was likely that the prince would need to be rescued.

Lady Lesso walked in like a hurricane, and if she saw nowhere else but Dovey's office, she headed for it while literally throwing sparks.

Sophie saw lightning crackling around her and felt a faint storm taste in her mouth.

The doyenne of evil slammed the door hard and despite the numerous silencing spells the murmurs and vibrations of her voice could be heard in the waiting room.

— Poor soul—Agatha took pity.

— It will do him good —explained Sophie— many students believe that being "Evers" everything they do is good, with this you can understand that being a prince or princess is not a free pass to do what you want, but a very difficult responsibility even for the best.

— I begin to consider that if you were wrong, gentlemen—a sweet voice was heard that denoted surprise.

Sophie and Agatha turned and saw how Tedros had already been released.

He and the directors saw Sophie with eyes of amazement.

Tedros left the office, downcast, and a little embarrassed, when he looked up and finally saw Sophie.

The boy had been too distracted to notice anyone else besides the main protagonists and the director of evil.

Her eyes almost popped out at the sight of Sophie's succubus style.

His jaw dropped, and he was about to go straight ahead, but Rafael came after him and held him down.

Rhian arrived shortly afterwards with Rafal.

Both brothers imitated the same expression as their student and ignored Dovey's words.

They couldn't stop looking at Sophie who smiled at him with her best cheeky smile showing off her lovely new fangs.

— Do I look bad now, gentlemen? — she asked, amused, as she threw her hair back with a flirtatious gesture.

The three nodded like a chicken pecking grain.

Agatha rolled her eyes and then stared at Sophie, the truth until now had not detailed her.

Sophie felt her friend's scrutiny.

— Do I have something on my face? — Funny question.

— Fangs—replied Agatha—and horns on her head—she looked down.

To her friend's outfit.

— I wish you could say you have "something" on the rest of your body—she said sarcastically as he saw Sophie's outfit.

In his opinion, the only way to see his cleavage more was to show his lungs.

Sophie shrugged.

— I was hot—I answer simply.

— Blessed summer—the director of good was heard saying.

— The best time of the year—coincided with his evil twin.

There was a clearing of the throat, and the gentlemen turned to find Professor Dovey looking at them disapprovingly.

Rafal cleared his throat, pushed the other two out of the office and the area.

Professor Dovey turned and beckoned Agatha to come in next.

Agatha entered with the face of going straight to the guillotine.

— Miss Sophie, you can go back to your school.

Sophie was going to protest, but a look from the teacher indicated that she would not be allowed to wait.

She knew Agatha was going to be fine, so after a gesture to signal Agatha to call her, she followed Lady Lesso back to the school of evil.

Not before having to walk a good part of the corridors of the school of good, where several princes ended up injured by trips, slips, and collisions with pillars as she crossed these corridors.

She also received a huge amount of murderous stares from the princesses when she passed by Beatrix and Lady Lesso saw her dedicate to Sophie as one of the worst (to which Sophie responded with a sweet sneer) stopped.

— Impressive—said Lady Lesso - I wish my students had that murderous look—she nodded in recognition and went on her way.

At such a "praise" Beatrix almost disembarks from the horror.

Sophie was laughing, but she bit her lower lip to hold on.

Before this action, another group of princes suffered accidents.

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Up close, Professor Clarissa Dovey looked even more like a sweet grandmother, with her graying brace and rosy face.

Agatha could not have wished for a better executioner.

— I would prefer the Principal to deal with these issues—Professor Dovey said, rummaging through scrolls under a pumpkin-shaped glass paperweight. - But we already know that the brother who is in charge of punishments is the one of evil.

She finally looked at Agatha.

The old lady didn't seem so sweet anymore.

— I have a school full of terrified pupils, I must make up for two days of class, there are five hundred animals whose memories must be removed, a wing of the building has been devoured, a valuable collection has been reduced to ashes and a headless gargoyle is buried beneath all this. Do you know why?

Agatha could not articulate a word.

— Because you disobeyed a simple order from Pollux—replied Professor Dovey. — And we almost had to mourn deaths. — She looked at Agatha in a way that made her embarrassed, and then went back to his scrolls.

Agatha looked out the lake shore through the window, where the Evers finished eating roast chicken, served with mustard, spinach, and Gruyère crêpes, accompanied by glasses of apple juice.

She could see Tedros depicting the ornamental garden scene before an enraptured audience.

— At least, can I say goodbye to my friends? — Agatha asked, her eyes flooded with tears.

She turned to Professor Dovey.

— Before they… kill me?

— It won't be necessary.

— But I must see them!

Professor Dovey looked up.

— Agatha, you received the highest mark for your performance in animal communication, and well deserved. It takes a unique talent for a wish to come true. Although there are different versions of what exactly happened on the roof, my opinion is that any student of this school who risks her life to help a gargoyle…—her eyes moistened for an instant, just like the silver swan in her dress. — Well, such action suggests kindness beyond all.

Agatha stared at him, unable to speak.

— But if you again disobey a direct order from any teacher, Agatha, I guarantee you will postpone. Understood?

Agatha nodded, relieved.

He heard laughter outside; he turned around and saw Tedros' companions kicking a doll made with pillows-like legs, black button eyes, and black thorned hair.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced his head, and feathers were scattered everywhere.

A second arrow hit him in the heart.

The boys stopped laughing and turned their backs on him.

On the other side of the turf, Tedros threw his bow and walked away.

— As for your friend, she's doing very well where she is—Professor Dovey informed her, checking out more scrolls. — But you can ask it yourself. She will be in your next class.

But Agatha didn't listen to her.

His gaze was fixed on his wrist with dead eyes, which was bleeding feathers in the wind.

The doll looked like her.