136~Overthinking
“Til, li, sha?………” Upon hearing this announcement, Fland’s face shifted from a maintained smile to a slowly stiffening grin, eventually appearing somewhat monstrous.
“Ah, now that I think of it, there are quite a number of people named Tillysha around here……..” After a long pause, Fland mumbled with some hesitation.
“That’s not correct, Mr. Fland. In our school, there’s only one student named Tillysha,” Brice said smilingly. “Coincidentally, she’s someone you know.”
“………Miss Brice has a great sense of humor.”
“Mr. Fland, I don’t think our relationship has reached a level where we can joke around.”
Fland felt as if sitting on pins and needles, restless as if his b*tt had sores, desperately wanting to stand up and verify. Looking at his colleagues who were all calmly seated, he felt somewhat awkward, unable to sit or stand.
The champion’s team entered the arena, unsurprisingly, it was the two people Fland least and last wanted to see.
One man and one woman, both dressed in the regalia representing their status, walking ahead like the moon surrounded by stars, ahead of the runner-up and third-place teams, receiving the enthusiastic cheers and songs of all the students and teachers present.
“They won the championship?………” Fland, who prided himself on elegance, stammered for a long time, his brain’s CPU close to overheating due to excessive thought, finally arriving at a result he could never have calculated.
The pair of layabouts, instead of being expelled from school due to insufficient points, not only remained but also won the crown of the Crown Cup, becoming the new Coleman Crown Kings?
Impossible right? That can’t be possible. Fland had schemed endlessly for these two to be expelled due to lack of points, deliberately creating enemies for them, getting them hunted down first in the Secret Realm, various tricks to trip them up – how did they end up in the center of the Coleman Square now?
“Miss Brice, is that blonde woman Tillysha?? Looking at the stunning entrance of Tillysha, Fland could hardly believe his own eyes.
She was obviously a duckling a few weeks ago, and except for some basic features, Fland could not identify her as the same person.
“Um, yes.”
“That ugly… I mean, the scar on her face, what happened to it??”
“Scar? After Tillysha’s awakening, it disappeared.” Brice, observing the now radiant girl she had brought into the academy, smiled faintly. “After awakening, some scars are rumored to be healed by the flow of Divine Authority, it’s a case worth noting.”
“But, bu……… why did they win the championship?? Is there some mistake somewhere? Or did they use some tricks? Circumventing the rules, doing something against principles and fairness?? Are you sure you checked everything? Just making rash judgments and letting them sit on the champion’s throne, is that appropriate?!” Fland was now flustered, his face losing all composure.
“Mr. Fland, you need to calm down,” seeing this situation, Brice wasn’t in a hurry and said with a smile.
“What do you mean calm down?? I warn you, the Crown Cup is a competition watched by the whole country and abroad, it must be fair, just and transparent! To cheat for personal connections will lead to punishments you can’t bear!”
“Poof poof……….” Hearing Fland’s highly offensive remarks, Brice didn’t get annoyed, knowing that Fland was so upset he was biting anyone without discernment.
“You’re right, I think the same. But Mr. Fland, these words you’re telling me are useless. We small instructors don’t get our say on the competition results, and don’t have the authority to comment. Why don’t you talk to the principal who is specifically responsible for awarding the champions later on, talk about the cheating.”
Brice’s words were like a bucket of icy water poured on Fland’s head.
“The principal…….”
“I already told you, unlike previous years, the principal will personally award the cup and medal to the champions this year.”
“Which principal?……..”
“Could there be any other principal, Mr. Fland? Since you always claim to be an Elf Clan member, surely you know more about internal affairs than I do. Why are you asking me?”
“………….” Fland was silent, his face changing dramatically, making it unclear what he was thinking.
Suddenly, Fland stood up and rushed down from the instructor’s seat.
“Eh? Where are you going, Mr. Fland?” Brice, raising an eyebrow, didn’t get an answer from Fland for her question.
“He better not cause any trouble.” Brice shook her head.
“Who knows, you’ve done what you should have done, warned him anyway. No way to control a stubborn guy.” One of the instructors who didn’t like Fland normally shrugged.
At this moment, Dillin and Tillysha standing in front of the square’s crystal received the cheers and praises of all, next to them stood Princess Filisia’s third-place team and Aistride’s runner-up team. Both teams looked at Dillin and Tillysha differently, but without exception, they all conceded graciously, sincerely praising this rising star.
Not long after, a silver-haired young man, handsome as ever, leaning on a cane appeared at the highest point of the square, the main platform.
“Wow, so that’s the principal of Coleman Academy?”
“So young… is it really the principal?”
“You don’t know, huh? Look at what race he is, can you judge his age by appearance?”
As the principal appeared, the students and even many teachers cried out in amazement. This principal was like a dragon revealing his head but not his tail in the academy, let alone students, not many instructors had ever seen him. All they knew was that he was an elf, residing in Coleman Academy, and that’s it.
Ignoring all the surprise and praise, in Didelai’s other hand was a box, his eyes affectionately looking at Tillysha on the field, then turning to Aistride, as if everyone else in the whole venue wasn’t worth his attention.
He held this beautifully decorated box and walked down the main platform.
Tillysha silently watched the approaching figure, catching a glimpse of Dillin beside her.
“Congratulations, Miss Tillysha, and Mister Dillin.” The principal’s words were very brief and devoid of any sentiment.
In public, he wouldn’t show excessive favoritism or familiarity toward Tillysha, posing as a complete stranger meeting for the first time was the best attitude. This was for Tillysha’s protection, not to let suspicious people raise questions.
As for why this time he wanted to personally participate in the award giving, it was because he wanted to see Dillin, the human, with his own eyes.
Though he had commanded someone to give Dillin a warning before, truthfully speaking, Didelai had no idea what Dillin looked like.
Not for any other reasons, just that he hadn’t thought it necessary in the past.
After exchanging glances with Tillysha, he turned his eyes to Dillin, took a glance at him, then looked away.
Seeing this, Tillysha’s chest slightly tightened.
From the results, he seemed to not have detected anything.
“Thank you for your praise, Sir Principal.” Tillysha accepted the decorative box on behalf of Dillin, its heavy weight indicating the high value of the trophy and medal inside.
“Thank me not, it’s the result of your actions and efforts.” As he said this, Didelai deliberately looked at Dillin, his eyes carrying an imperceptible pressure. To this, Dillin showed no reaction, giving Didelai a friendly but calm smile in return.
Didelai, feeling a mild shock in his heart, thought to himself that this guy had a pretty good mindset, managing to ignore the pressure in his eyes and smile so naturally.
Indeed, this human seemed to have something.
Whether it was good or bad was yet unknown.
The awarding ceremony went on smoothly, and at this moment, an irregular figure inappropriately barged in.
At the sight of this person, Tillysha’s first thought was “who is this guy, why does he look so familiar?” and then gradually remembered who he was.
As for that wild elf, Tillysha paid no attention and didn’t care what he thought or what was troubling him. Moreover, she had no intentions of settling old scores.
The reason was simple, Tillysha thought it was unnecessary.
Such a person, any means used on him would be a waste of resources for Tillysha.
Unfortunately, this idiot didn’t seem to think the same. As for why he rushed to the exclusive stage of the champions at this moment, Tillysha was close to figuring it all out.
Stupid, too stupid.
So stupid that Tillysha couldn’t help but want to roll her eyes.
Not only that you want to pick a fight, you don’t even bother to check the timing. Do you think your teaching career is too long and you want to retire early?
Just think about it, the principal personally awarding the prize surely means his recognition of the championship of this year. By questioning the championship’s worth, who are you really slapping in the face, have you thought clearly about that in your mind?
“Under your humble servant Fland, pays his respect to the elder Sir.” Just as Tillysha deduced, Fland bowed nearly to his knees in front of Didelai.
Tillysha was amused, thinking of a term: flattery to the superior and cruelty to the inferior.
“What exactly is going on here? What is that instructor in the uniform doing, how did he get on the stage?” The audience, seeing this, had a puzzled expression.
“I remember that instructor’s name is Fland……. Could it be that this Crown Cup Awarding Ceremony included a scripted part for him?” the audience muttered, bewilderedly.
“Oh? Instructor Fland, I remember there was no arrangement for you to come on stage during the Crown Cup awarding ceremony, is there any problem?” Seeing Fland interrupt the awarding ceremony, Didelai’s face turned cold for a moment, and his tone became icy. Only the bowed Fland didn’t notice it.
It was a luxury to expect this guy to read people’s expressions. If he had any tact, he wouldn’t have chosen to disrupt during the Crown Cup awarding.
“And, this is an academy, not inside the clan, the title of elder isn’t quite appropriate.”
“……. Elder Master, it’s my honor to serve you. I think everything you asked me to do makes sense and has value, like………” As Fland said this, he also glanced at Dillin, the implication obvious.
Tillysha found his words insufferable.
Just like opening the wrong kettle, saying such things right in front of the parties involved was simply a prodigy.
“What is it you want to say, Fland.” Seeing Fland’s suspiciously pointed expression, Didelai’s brows creased slightly.
“I believe your decision is absolutely correct.” Fland looked up, with the appearance of loyalty and justice. “Therefore, I think the victory of the Crown Cup is yet to be decided, there are many doubts that need to be confirmed.”
“Mr. Fland, what do you mean by that?” Princess Filisia, who had listened through the entire process, frowned, even she, with excellent self-cultivation, couldn’t tolerate this clown interrupting the champion’s ceremony.
“You’re talking about doubts? What kind of doubts?” Didelai, unsurprisingly having lived for several centuries, didn’t just listen to Fland’s nonsense but patiently asked questions.
“I think there’s a lot of water in their winning this Crown Cup.” As Didelai asked, Fland skipped the pleasantries and spoke directly.
When Tillysha heard this, she felt no ripple in her heart, or rather, she simply wasn’t listening to Fland’s speech. After Fland appeared, Tillysha’s eyes had stayed on the side, looking at the scenery, pinching~ playing with her own hair, as if she didn’t even see this person.
Fland said this, and even the third-place and runner-up teams looked at him with somewhat dark eyes.
He still didn’t notice, continuing speaking.
“Judging from my observation, this so-called goddess completely is a worthless flower vase, and this Dillin…….. you don’t need me to mention, how could you possibly judge them two as the champions??”
Upon hearing these words, the entire venue fell silent.
Didelai’s previous eyes were still tolerant and patient, but upon hearing these two sentences from Fland, they instantly became deeply significant.
Cursing Dillin, Didelai didn’t care much, he only heard two sentences.
“In my opinion, there’s a lot of water in them winning the championship.”
“This so-called goddess, Tillysha, is completely a worthless flower vase.”
“…………” Aistride was just about to say something, but as she looked up, she noticed a flash of ferocity in Didelai’s usually calm expression.
She was rather shocked, as she had never seen the usually calm Moon Elf elder change expression so noticeably.
But knowing the truth, she could also understand Didelai’s current feelings.
A wild elf of impure bl**d, considering himself noble, defaming a pure-blooded Gold Elf was an extremely suffocating operation.
“Have you caused them trouble before?” Didelai, speaking word by word.
“Yes, but, that is………” Fland couldn’t continue.
“Miss Tillysha.” Didelai’s eyes, filled with mockery, turned towards Tillysha. “If it’s convenient, can you tell me how this wild elf troubled you?”
“?!?” Fland’s pupils shrank. Hearing Didelai’s words, his heart felt half-frozen.
People of other races refer to those with half-elf bl**d as half-elves, a more commonly used term, but among elves, they use a much more contemptuous and insulting term for half-elves.
Wild elf.
Conveying that they are not considered elves at all, more showcasing a kind of disdain.
What is going on here??
Why is everything so different from what I imagined??
Fland completely couldn’t understand which of his words had enraged Didelai so much, to the point where he spoke out such coarse words in front of him.
