"What the hell? You want me to look after a bunch of students? You... is this considered aiding the enemy?" Jiu Ming asked Evangeline, who was propping up her chin. "You finally stopped skipping class, and this is what you came back to tell me?"
So that scallion-head really was the protagonist? They had still been enemies before this, but after one fight with nobody dead, their relationship immediately turned neutral—or even friendly?
"Hmph?" Evangeline shot Jiu Ming a sidelong glance. "Why are you reacting so strongly? Do you think that old man of a principal is blind? Anyway, once you handle this properly, we'll act as if what happened before never happened. You really are something, though. That night, you practically wiped out ninety percent of the girls in the dormitory... You nearly had every magic teacher running around dealing with that mess. Nicely done."
It sounded more like mockery than praise.
"Ahem."
Jiu Ming coughed twice. Scaring a bunch of girls was hardly something glorious to brag about. Besides... who told them to all start talking about calling the police?
"About that, regarding the curse covering this school, I..."
"There's no rush for that right now." Resting her chin on her hand, Evangeline spoke with a light smile, apparently quite happy to watch Jiu Ming struggle.
"...You may not be in a hurry, but I am." Jiu Ming said helplessly, yawning. "The problem with my body still hasn't been resolved."
"It's fine. It just makes you look a little weak; it's not like you're about to die." Her lips curled into a malicious smile. "I suddenly figured something out. Mm, having an errand boy around in my daily life doesn't seem like such a bad reason to keep staying here."
"I suspect that getting sick once turned your