Teacher, I Am Actually a Villainous Magical Girl

"Hmm... you're actually quite cute."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Roland seemed very happy; if she were truly a cat, she might already be wagging her tail.

After a moment, Teacher Haihara let go.

Teacher Haihara began to ponder.

This little girl didn't seem very bright.

Perhaps she could be put to some use.

Just as she was thinking this, her phone suddenly rang.

Teacher Haihara had intended to answer it casually, but her expression shifted the moment she saw the caller's name.

The name on the screen was—

"Ms. Suzuki".

A while later, Takanashi Shiori and the others saw Dean Roland again.

However, Dean Roland no longer seemed as fanatical as before; she looked as dejected as if a dark cloud were hanging over her.

Even the gemstone dangling from her monocle had dimmed.

"Dean... what's wrong?"

It was the first time Takanashi Shiori had seen the Dean like this, and she was at a loss for what to do.

Roland raised her head, looking aggrieved:

"Who is Ms. Suzuki?"

Why was Teacher so gentle when she spoke to that woman?

Moreover, Teacher was actually going to send her away for the sake of that woman.

Could it be that she wasn't her closest student?

Hearing this name, Takanashi Shiori and the others were stunned for a moment.

Ms. Suzuki?

"Probably... a teacher at our school?"

"A teacher?" Hearing this word, Roland fell into deep thought. She pinched her monocle, her mind undergoing a brainstorm the likes of which she had never experienced in her life.

"Is that woman named Suzuki a Sage? Or has she already stepped into the realm of Her Majesty the Queen and Teacher... Is she of the Wind element or the Bird element? Could she be a reclusive magical girl..."

Roland could not figure it out at all.

"...No, no, no, she's just an ordinary person."

Kirishima Ai didn't know where to start with her retort.

"Then how could Teacher Haihara like her?"

Dean Roland could not accept this.

Kirishima Ai could no longer comprehend the train of thought of Ms. Roland.

Is this what a magical girl from R'lyeh is like?

"Could it be... that Teacher likes the ordinary type?"

After reviewing all the memories of her teacher from her entire life, Roland suddenly arrived at this conclusion.

She was enlightened, as if waking from a long dream.

Thinking about it carefully... it really did seem to be the case.

Although Teacher had a chaotic private life and ambiguous relationships with many magical girls, it seemed she was only toying with their feelings.

The type Teacher actually liked was an ordinary person!

No wonder Teacher didn't want to marry the Queen back then!

Roland seemed to have discovered a massive secret...

So that was it.

Suddenly, Roland felt dissatisfied with everything about herself.

Being a magical girl was just too abnormal.

That Ms. Suzuki must also be a teacher at this school.

As a student of the teacher, she was duty-bound to follow suit.

The next morning, Teacher Haihara's expression was difficult to describe.

Meanwhile, the other students were still studying or chatting, completely unaware of everything that was about to happen.

The first period was Teacher Haihara's Japanese class. About five minutes before the end of the lesson, Teacher Haihara walked up to the podium and clapped her hands lightly.

The other students looked up curiously, wondering what Teacher Haihara was going to say this time.

After a long silence, Teacher Haihara spoke:

"Students, it is with great regret that I announce that Sato, our physical education teacher, has gone on maternity leave due to her pregnancy and will no longer be able to teach you."

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Although they knew the PE teacher had been married for a long time and had been actively trying to conceive, this was still far too sudden.

Teacher Haihara continued calmly:

"And now, let me introduce your new PE teacher, a foreign sports coach hired by the school at a high salary..."

As she spoke, Teacher Haihara seemed to struggle to keep the story going.

She simply clapped her hands, and then, from outside the door, a silver-haired girl who looked barely older than the students walked in.

Many students were stunned to see this girl, who possessed the beauty of an elf.

Takanashi Shiori, Kirishima Ai, and the others wore equally bewildered expressions.

The silver-haired girl was wearing a teacher's white lab coat; she waved elegantly and smiled:

"Hello everyone, I am Roland, and starting today, I will be your PE teacher."

Chapter 31 Mother Haihara

It was probably around the age of middle school, when she was about eleven or twelve, that Kazama Kiriori first met that woman.

She was born into a wealthy family with a good upbringing, open-minded parents, and close relationships with her relatives; her aunts and uncles were all very kind to her.

So, naturally, she had a carefree childhood.

Moreover, she was very intelligent, often ranking first in her class, and she would likely be able to get into a good university in the future; if she wanted to study abroad, her parents would support her as well.

The only regret was that her parents traveled frequently, and she sometimes felt lonely on her own.

Generally speaking, she was destined to lead a smooth and successful life.

But that was actually an illusion.

It was while she was staying temporarily at a relative's house that she learned from them the news of her parents' car accident.

Both of them could not be saved and passed away shortly after.

When she first heard the news, she thought there had been a mistake.

Because she was still very young at the time, such a thing felt as surreal as a dream.

But the reality had happened nonetheless.

And the rest of her life was easily overturned by the death of her parents.

Her parents' funeral was on a rainy day.

Kazama Kiriori was wearing a raincoat, while the adults around her were dressed in black formal wear, their expressions either somber or sorrowful; most were relatives, along with some who seemed to be her parents' friends.

She heard that some were also colleagues from her parents' workplace.

She had not yet come to terms with the fact that her parents were gone, nor did she know what to do next.

However, she vaguely overheard some of the relatives' words.

"Who is going to adopt her..."

"My house already has two children..."

"This isn't about the inheritance..."

The adults who had once been so gentle and kind to her had now become somewhat realistic and harsh, awkwardly yet seriously discussing the issue of her custody.

She could understand it, more or less.

After all, adopting a child was troublesome and stressful; if someone were to suddenly be added to the household, it would likely be a great burden.

No one wanted to raise her.

Kazama Kiriori looked up, no longer watching these adults, and instead stared at the gray, overcast sky as raindrops fell continuously onto her transparent raincoat, sliding down bit by bit.

After a while, raindrops fell from her hood onto her face, and a cold sensation began to spread across her cheeks.

The cold feeling told her that this was reality.

Her parents had passed away, and from now on, she would have to live alone.

Perhaps not wanting to hear the noisy chatter of the strangers anymore, she moved slightly away from the group, wanting to go see her mom and dad.

Not long after arriving at the cemetery, she saw a woman in a black suit standing there, holding a black umbrella in one hand and seemingly cradling flowers in her arms.

Kazama Kiriori glanced at the tombstone there; it was her parents'.

She walked a little closer.

And that woman turned around quickly, noticing Kazama Kiriori.

Kazama Kiriori raised her head, getting a clear look at the woman's appearance.

The woman was quite tall, about the same height as her father, with long hair and glasses, possessing a cold and gloomy temperament, but other than that, there was nothing particularly special about her.

She had an impression of this woman.

It seemed she was her mother's colleague.

The woman looked at Kazama Kiriori for a moment.

"Are you... Kato-senpai's daughter?"

Kato was her mother's maiden name.

Kazama Kiriori nodded.

The gloomy woman brushed back some messy bangs from her forehead, then bent down slightly to look at Kazama Kiriori carefully for a while:

"You really look just like her."

She said this with a hint of emotion, though it was unclear what she was thinking about.

There were quite a few of her mother's colleagues who came to the funeral.

Because her mother had been a superior, many people from the company had come to see her, but Kazama Kiriori couldn't name most of them, and they probably didn't really want to see her mother either.

"Were you close with my mother?"

This woman seemed quite sad.

That must mean she had a good relationship with her mother.

The woman didn't answer immediately; she just slowly straightened up, placed the flowers she was holding in front of her mother's tombstone, held her umbrella over the tombstone to shield it from the rain for a moment, and then said somewhat flatly: