Chapter 76

She still has a long way to go after this.

For example, she has not yet faced any Black Death Cult executives, and although she defeated the Black Death Cult leader, he was only in a state of incomplete resurrection.

How did the Magic girls of the past manage to face Perfect Form, executives, or even Demon King at his peak?

"Um... Takanashi, Roland- sensei, she's probably an even more powerful Magic girl than the academy's instructors, right?"

In her mind, Roland- sensei must be an extremely powerful being, possibly a Magic girl on the same level as the Demon King at his peak.

The Queen that Takanashi Shiori and the others often mention should be even more powerful Roland- sensei.

Isn't that a given?

"How did they manage to be stronger than ordinary Magic girls from the Sacred Domain?"

Upon hearing this question, Takanashi Shiori lowered her head.

"Hmm... I really don't know how they did it."

After all, the concept of Magic girl from the Sacred Domain is still within her comprehension.

And those that exist beyond that are extremely rare.

Takanashi Shiori tore open the packaging of the yakisoba bread, looked at the tempting yakisoba bread inside, and then slowly said:

All I know is that they are Magic girls who have transcended the Sacred Domain; sometimes, we call such beings 'Crowns'.

"The Crowned One?"

It was a term I had never heard of before.

Takanashi Shiori took a bite of bread, chewed it slowly and deliberately, and only spoke after swallowing it completely:

"Like Professor Roland, she's known as the Lord Gemstone, right?"

That's her title, or Crown Rank name.

"And Her Majesty the Queen goes without saying... the Demon King is also at this level."

Kirishima Ai listened and nodded.

"Besides Magic girls of this caliber, let me think..." Takanashi Shiori pondered for a moment, then suddenly wagged her finger, as if she had remembered something:

"And then there's a Crown Rank Magic Girl, whose title is 'Holy Lord'."

This Magic girl isn't usually mentioned, so Takanashi Shiori didn't think of her at first.

Kirishima Ai blinked, thinking that this crown title seemed pretty impressive.

"However, compared to her abilities and achievements, we usually mention her because of her other identity."

For this reason, this Magic girl is rarely mentioned.

"Because... her last name is Abailia."

"Abailia ..." Kirishima Ai felt like she'd heard that surname somewhere before.

Takanashi Shiori took another bite of bread and mumbled:

"That's right, she's the older sister of that former Overlord."

Haihara Lily Chou is a high school teacher nearing thirty.

Recently, things haven't been going well at work.

Because in her class, those Problem Child started asking for leave from class again, which made the already low attendance rate even worse.

The previous cooperation with the Villain Organization has now been interrupted.

Now, whenever she turns on her phone, she sees calls and text messages from the villainous female executive, forcing Haihara to temporarily block the caller.

Because he betrayed Miss Sha Qina's leader, their relationship has now plummeted.

Haihara hadn't yet figured out how to appease this villainous female executive, so she blocked her for now.

Simply put, Haihara is currently experiencing a period of confusion in her life.

The job of a homeroom teacher is much more tiring than she imagined. Every day she has to manage all sorts of things and take on all kinds of troublesome tasks. She has to start work earlier and finish get off work later, and her salary increases are pitifully small.

Moreover, her daughter will graduate from high school soon and go to university in another city.

How long will she keep this job?

Haihara recalled the time when she first got this job.

Then...

After her class attendance rate fell below the red line multiple times, today she finally received not a warning from the principal, but a notice to go to the principal's office.

In other words, a little while later, she went to the office to receive criticism from her supervisor.

This is the tragedy of being a corporate slave.

Alone, I walked up to the senior high school building and, following my memory, found the principal's office, which I had visited many times before.

Upon reflection, she seemed to be the teacher who visited the principal's office the most at this school.

Not long after she got to that area, she saw the black-haired girl who had just come out of the principal's office.

It was her daughter Kazama Kiriori.

As the Student Council, Kiriori seems to visit the principal's office quite often.

Upon seeing Haihara, Kazama Kiriori seemed pleased and discreetly moved closer, trying not to attract attention.

"Teacher Haihara, your dress is so pretty today!"

Yes, today Haihara is not wearing a suit and trousers as usual.

The lower half of her outfit consisted of a bodycon skirt commonly worn by working women, paired with black stockings and high heels.

Haihara glanced at her and patted her head:

"I need to speak with the principal about something. You can go ahead and do your work."

"Oh..."

Kazama Kiriori nodded obediently.

I don't know why, but every time I went to the principal's office, my mother was especially gentle with me.

After seeing Kiriori leave, Haihara knocked on the principal's office door. After hearing a "Come in," she went in as usual.

The principal's office was much larger than the other teachers' offices. It was clean and beautiful, and the light from the window was very bright, shining on the Flower Above by the window and reflecting their vibrant colors.

But the most eye-catching thing in this office is the woman herself sitting at the desk.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman with long gray hair, possessing an elegant demeanor and exuding a mature and intellectual charm. The beauty mark near her eye added a touch of allure, making her a rare beauty among all the women Haihara knew.

Without a doubt, the woman is in Haihara's strike zone.

But when she saw her, Haihara's expression remained calm, even colder than usual.

The woman in the office is none other than Ms. Haihara Ryo, the principal of Kaedehara High School.

Upon noticing Haihara, the headmistress put down her book, looked up at Haihara, and gave her a gentle smile.

Has that child already gone far away?

She was probably referring to Kazama Kiriori, who had just left not long ago.

"Um."

Haihara gave a casual reply.

After putting down the book, the woman didn't rush to say anything. Instead, she slowly stood up and casually pulled the curtains closed. This scene seemed somewhat familiar.

Their conversation quickly got down to business.

"Teacher Haihara, do you have anything to say about Class Four's recent attendance rate?"

The headmistress spoke gently, but she was clearly questioning Haihara about her recent work performance.

Faced with this, Haihara could only lower her head:

"Terribly sorry..."

She couldn't explain anything to those students who frequently asked for leave; she couldn't very well say that they were actually Magic girls saving the world.

The headmistress listened to her apology and shook her head:

"In that case, I'm also a bit troubled. Although I really want to believe you, your performance as a homeroom teacher has been terrible..."

If things continue like this, she might have to consider having this young female teacher find another job.

"You mean..." Haihara, head bowed.

Although she had a rough idea.

The headmistress walked to Haihara's side, then gently closed the door behind Haihara, locking it there.

For the next period of time, no one is allowed to enter her office.

Then, the principal hugged the young female teacher from behind.

"You should know what to do to keep this job, right?"

After that, the two slowly moved to the desk, Haihara was thus pressed onto the principal's desk.

After looking at the headmistress for a while, Haihara reached out and nudged her, then straightened up and sat down at her desk.

Compared to a few years ago, Haihara is now a little taller than the headmistress, and some positions have changed.

She glanced coldly at the headmistress and said helplessly--

"I see."

After sitting down at the desk, Haihara lowered her head.

Today she was dressed like a typical office lady, and when she looked down, you could see her legs encased in stockings.

She took off her high heels, then removed her stockings, slowly revealing her slender, long legs; the contrast between the black stockings and her pale skin was striking.

When it reached the very end, it revealed a beautiful and graceful foot with pink nail polish on it.

Haihara tossed her stockings aside and looked at the headmistress.

The young, elegant, and beautiful female principal, however, did not touch Haihara after that. Instead, she slowly squatted down, then touched the floor with her legs and knelt on the ground.

The headmistress knelt before Haihara like a dog wagging its tail.

Haihara's expression only grew colder.

Then, in this locked office, Haihara, having taken off her stockings, raised her long, slender leg... and stepped on the headmistress's face.

Haihara said coldly:

"Let's finish this quickly, Miss Headmistress."

Chapter 8 Takanashi Shiori

Afterwards, Haihara coldly wiped her hands with a wet tissue.

Now, she's still sitting at her desk, one leg bare, the other with her stocking half pulled down, looking a bit disheveled.

I feel like smoking...

The headmistress sat back in her office chair, reverting to her previous calm and intellectual demeanor. However, a faint blush lingered on her fair and beautiful face, and strands of hair were disheveled, clinging to the corners of her mouth, making her appear somewhat unwell.

Seeing Ryo revert to his elegant principal demeanor after finishing his meal, Haihara felt a pang of displeasure.

She lifted her foot, placed it on the desk, and waved it in front of the headmistress.

The headmistress looked at Haihara's outstretched foot, naturally took it in her hand, and slowly stroked it.

It seems the headmistress didn't understand what she meant.

Haihara's gaze turned slightly cold. She raised her foot and stomped on the gray-haired woman's face. The woman's beautiful face was distorted by the stomping, making her look strangely cute.

The headmistress's face was soft and smooth, and it felt quite nice to the touch.

"The nail polish color has faded."

She said it calmly.