Euphemia's perspective.

The white person, I should call him that since he is all white. I never know his name, he wouldn't tell me, though, he seems familiar with me.

That person approached me earlier, although I don't know what he wants. He asked me if I wanted to have tea with him. I rejected the offer since my limitation doesn't allow me to have a friendly start with anyone.

As I said before, "That kid has been covered in a mysterious atmosphere himself." He was surrounded by the executives like they were all his slaves. I noticed how troubled they are, sweating most of them. Perhaps that kid has a powerful position in this place.

I'm currently sitting on an unoccupied bench. Following the sight of the students who were with their friends.

"What would you like to have?"

"A parfait?"

"Alrighty! Hehe..."

The two girls are acting like asses in front of me, it pisses me off.

"Why are they even asking each other like a motherfucking pussy...?

...just get your asses out of here!" my burning emotions abruptly sparked up because of them. They don't have to act that way right in front of me but they just did.

The two girls gaze at me like they see an ugly ghost all of a sudden. They did that for a couple of seconds before they started running like a horse away from me. It's annoying how people interact with each other, friendly and so sweety. It's not like I'm jealous of not having friends, it just—I'm restricted to do so.

"Why can't I have friends myself?" I faced the ground, contemplating the reason I'm not allowed to have a friend. My hands were trembling, together with my legs. My left eyebrow twitched up, "It wasn't that clear but I think I remember why..."

The vivid memories from the past made me realize the pain of having a friend.

"I have a friend before, he was older than me... yeah, I think he was a guy..." I tried to recall his physical appearance but that was too old, I can't even imagine his facial structure anymore. Perhaps, I'm bad at remembering people.

"Then, what happened to the guy?"

"He... he got taken by a group of men. They said they will be going to adopt him... but I doubted it. Those men were somewhat suspicious, one of them is wearing a dark shade, he was like a gangster duck..."

"If he was brought out by those suspicious men, why didn't you stop them? You look like someone who can stop everything anyway..."

"I just can't! Someone told me that having friends will be a hindrance—wait a minute!"

Someone was asking me plainly and when I realized that I wasn't alone on the bench where I sat, a guy who was staring at the background was already listening to me without my knowledge. He wasn't just a plain guy; he was the guy who thinks he has a big smart brain.

"Ah!" I squinted, "The genius idiot!" my right finger was already pointing at him.

"Genius idiot... really?"

The guy somehow glared at me. I just avoided his eyes as I pretended that I didn't say something wrong. How come this guy is here, to think about what I have said to myself before. I want to take revenge, the revenge I wanted for him was 'him actually getting embarrassed in front of many people though I haven't fixed that part of the plan.

It was too sudden, who is even expecting him anyway? He just appeared randomly, asking me weird questions. I'm also an idiot for answering his questions without knowing. Eventually, the man made a heavy sighing to himself as if he is carrying the weight of the world.

I'm not allowed to be friendly to anyone else. Thus, this curiosity of mine started bugging me, I won't be at ease if I don't ask what is wrong. My eyes were fixed on him, he would then turn over me, stare at my eyes like what I exactly do.

"What? You're staring like a schizoid at me." this guy's expression is just the same, even though he asked a question. His eyes were cold dead fish. He is just not some sort of a guy; it seems he's going through something.

"What the hell is schizoid!" He could tell me another understandable word, but there he goes using that big brain of his for saying a deeper word. It's quite hard for me to use my brain in stupid things like this.

The guy would stare at me with a tedious air leaking out, then avert his eyes away, exhaling away the awkward atmosphere at the most. When he glanced at me once more, he wore a snicker on his face.

"Aren't you afraid of dying tomorrow? Instead of sitting here and doing nothing, why don't you hone your skills, do something productive."

"Why don't you? I'm pretty confident I'll survive and leave this stupid school for good."

"Hm, you sound like you don't like this school."

"You like it?"

Our conversation shortly paused when I questioned him whether he liked this damn school or not when I took a slight glance at him. I see how he was affected by the question; he is gazing on the floor like he was lost, it actually took him milliseconds before he could even get back to me.

"I despise it."

It was short yet powerful, he feels the same as I am. I can feel the same way he feels toward this school, somehow, even if he doesn't tell me the reason. If he said he despised it then there is no need for me to push him about telling the whole reason. It's not like I'm curious about the reason that much. At the very least, he told me he doesn't like school.

I'm not alone.

Soon the guy gets on his feet, "Wish you luck on the exam." and gets going. He waved his hand back, though, he didn't turn back to see me for the last time. The short guy is also on the same level as me. He is also a senior but in different types of sections, I guess.

There are different sections in this school. There are range and melee combat styles, I heard there is a special section that wasn't in the same building as the combat user candidates, they are Magia users that can use healing, and purifying things. I haven't seen one but to think if I actually befriend one of those people, I won't worry about my health anymore when I hit my 30s.

I smiled creepily to myself, "What if I search for them now? Since I don't have anything to do." I covered my lips so no one sees my creepy smile, looking side by side, I don't have any idea where I could find them but if I move into places, I will eventually stumble to them.

That decided I walked ahead of the path where it would bring me to the other side of this place. Good thing that students were in their class, there were no people around. However, I have been halted by three people nearby.

Slaps, the dad of the young boy didn't hesitate to hurt his child. The mother was there but she was also scolding that lad, "You're telling me you're going to quit because of your fear?!"

"Our family reputation and honour are more important than your fear!"

"B-but everyone said the exam is going to kill us! Mom, dad... Please I'm begging you! Take me home with you!"

The kid begged his parents, he knelt down like a slave just to reconsider their decision. Yet, he only receives pain and rejection, his father doesn't intend to stop kicking and I have enough of it. This is clearly abused, and I need to stop it.

I glared at those irresponsible parents. I don't care if I don't know them, or if I'm not related to their child. This pisses me off too much!

Stamping the ground loudly is enough for them to notice my presence. I've successfully taken the parents' attention. I went in the precise middle to interfere. My nose is firing an angry smoke, as I sharply put a dagger stare at both of this child's parents.

"W-who are you? How dare you interfere in our family matter!"

"Family reputation is more important than your son!? You bitch doesn't know how important life is?!"

I noticed the child wasn't saying anything, avoiding any eye contact, "..." he is scared enough to defy his parents, but these idiots can't feel that.

He is scared of both dying and being a shame to their family.

"What do you—" Ah, I can't listen to his quacking, the negativity will get me. When I glared furiously at the father, I immediately landed a heavy punch on his face without warning. He came off flying a few meters away, to be true, that wasn't my strength alone. He went flying because of my Artes too.

"Ugh..." he created a crack in the ground, he would definitely pay for the property damage he caused.

"Darling!" The mother came running to mend her husband, the father was totally blocked out after that one punch from a girl.

When I glance once more at the kid, he was nearly crying. He looks so young, how dare this parent bully their kid for just some sort of reputation.

I didn't see that coming, but the kid embraced me tightly. He was scared, however; he didn't hesitate to do that.

"Please, please sister... Help me..."