The Impossible Fate That Leads To A God Of A New World

Volume 1 - Chapter 1.9

The development is so entirely in context that I can only apologize, apparently ever since Persia left, I had been standing near the glass door— without moving an inch for more than 30 seconds already.

And Kuroyuki ignored my existence completely by reading her book silently, not even bothering to take up her guard towards me.

Yet, she does not have any openings.

…Scary.

Is this the confidence of the strongest student?

Unlike Persia Silverlight— Kuroyuki Shiroha doesn’t seem to be the interactive type. Awkwardness and tension have no meaning to her because she’s the one who created them instead. I would be feeling a whole lot less stressed if they had just left me by myself. Being in an isolated environment as I usually am, would make me feel more at ease.

…The sound of a page of her book flipping was so dreadfully slow that I could hear it flapping loudly.

The blanket of tension in this very classroom is genuinely and remarkably suffocating. Even though I had my complaints about this situation, such was already anticipated right even before from the start, so anything related to my complaints was now all turned to nothingness.

…So awkward.

Not even having myself interviewed by Restia’s school teacher gives me this sort of feeling…

Anyways…

Kuroyuki Shiroha.

The very legendary celebrity of the Imperial Knights Academy is right in front of my eyes.

I initially thought I was going to scream excitedly like an extremist fan who saw his favourite idol. But things definitely do not turn out to how I expected to be. I guess any random schoolmate who got the chance to sight her might try to get an autograph, but I think it will be futile till the very bitter end. The ‘stay away from me’ aura she’s emitting is too freakishly strong.

…That’s why I was forced to stay on edge, near the door.

I doubt there’s any student in this school here other than Persia is able to get hers. How could she even manage that?

At any rate, I never thought that through this turn of events, I could be acquainted with her. What’s more, it turns out I’m the only one in this school who had such a privilege to be sharing the same classroom with the school’s legend.

Ever since I’ve known about the achievements she’d made, which the information was sent to me by ‘that guy’, also known as the principal of the Imperial Knights Academy (I had some grudge with him, so whenever I mentioned ‘that guy’ or ‘that person’ or ‘that bastard’, all of it meant him)— my interest was piqued.

Because she had such exceptional talent, I’d never thought she could be this stunningly beautiful.

Typically talented people were usually average looking... or worse, perhaps. Though beauty is not something that can be decided about oneself subjectively… But anyway, I judged based on my opinion… If I say my little sis is cute, then you’d have no choice but to think she’s cute.

In other words, she’s talented and beautiful— exactly what Persia had told me. And the word ‘unfair’ had crossed my mind for a moment.

The thought of the God of Creation to be ‘unfair’, crossed my mind— until I saw her expression.

A pained expression that I could never forget— that etched deep into my heart.

The God of Creation was too fair, in fact.

I know she suffered through hell once. Such a thing was not supposed to happen to a young teenage human girl like her. That’s why, as who she is now… I had no complaints.

Now then, back to where I started…

“…………”

How awkward. Nothing has changed.

Should I approach and talk to her? But then again, I think I shouldn’t be hasty. I don’t even know what to talk about. If I approach carelessly, I might end up being dead, at the worst case— or so I was told by Persia. Okay… I might be exaggerating about this life and death matter. Let’s just assume this as something like ‘near-death’.

… I’d rather choose to end up dead than being near death.

At any rate, I had been trying to read her for quite a while, but there’s nothing I could read at all.

I sort of understood Persia’s feelings now.

You can’t blame me for acting like a chicken. I had never been through such an awkward situation in my life. If I were to explain our current situation, it’d be…

One boy and one girl, locked in a room.

A déjà vu.

If there’s the slightest misunderstanding, my reputation will be gone for good.

When I was with Persia— I don’t even have the time to think about our situation. Both of us are guiding our conversations, and we are having our little chat the whole way. Why does everything turn out to be this different when I was with Kuroyuki Shiroha?

I need an SOS— Hmm…? An email icon suddenly popped up.

Could it be Persia…?

I pressed the icon. My screen immediately shifts and expands to A4 letter size.

‘From: The Principal of the Imperial Knights Academy’

“…………”

Speak of the devil.

Such perfect timing. Is he stalking me?

If there’s a choice, I’d like to delete or ignore his email— and he knew I was going to do so, so he spammed another three times afterwards.

Fine then. Let’s see what you wrote…

‘Dear special student number 2,’

…Now he didn’t even bother to put my name. But come to think of it, at least it’s better than the nickname he gave me.

‘First and foremost, I’d like to congratulate you for finally enrolling in my academy. It seems you scored second in the entrance exams— second. Haha, I laughed for quite a while. Is the confidence you boasted so proudly about was nothing but a farce? If you’d like, I could send you my laughing recording.’

On vague impulse, I deleted the email.

YOU SHITTY OLD MAN!!! WHAT DID I EVER DID TO YOU!? IT’S NOT EVEN MY FAULT!!!

…Curse the other me. He’s the one who simply made a deal to him!

The second email expands afterwards.

’I’d assume you already deleted my email once at this point. Why such a hurry? Did something good happen? Well… of course you were. After all, you were arranged in the same class as the school’s number one flower. And I’m sure you’d realize by now, but I will remind you just in case.

One boy, one girl. Inside a locked room. And will be living under the same roof.′

On another impulse, I deleted the email.

Damn. I hate it when he’s right.

The third email pops up.

‘I assumed you deleted my email again. At any rate, I don’t think you’ve the guts nor power to assault her, and thanks to that— I’m now rest assured. I will leave this troublesome student under your care, and it will last till you graduate.’

…From his words, it seems like he just threw a troublesome job to me.

‘Anyways, do you like to know why I have sent you an email? Because you were now standing at the edge of the classroom, with nothing to do but to struggle inside your mind— trying to start a conversation to the girl in front of you. And you were unable to do so because you were such a useless brat. So I sent you an email because you clearly needed help.’

I deleted the email.

...the fourth and last email pops up.

‘Be careful now. This is the last email. You sure don’t know how to appreciate my help, don’t you? But I’m a nice guy, so I will let this slide through. Remember, I’m a nice guy, so here’s a present for you to kill time as well. If you look at the file below, it contains the plans about the building you currently stand. And I suggest you should check the classroom first.’

I breathed heavily as I tried to forget his sarcasm.

…Maybe not. The next time I see him, I’m definitely going to punch him with all I’ve got.

Putting that aside, I selected the file below. Another screen appeared and expanded to A3 size— displaying the whole structure of the special building with a 3D view.

Huh… this building has a name, known as ‘The White Mansion’. Hmm… I guess it’s copying the name like ‘The White House’.

I selected the first floor.

The screen then zooms in to the first floor, with the first floor’s structure placed on top view.

By the way, the first floor contains three rooms.

My classroom, Kuroyuki’s room, and my room.

Our bedrooms are one-sixth of the whole first floor each.

The path at both sides when you walk outside the lift was actually an entrance towards our room. Kuroyuki’s room was at the right while mine was at the left.

I then selected the classroom.

It then zooms in again to the classroom, still at top view. It’s like we were inside a box.

If you look in from the main entrance, the left side— one-third of the area was covered by the kitchen and dining section. In that one-third area, the kitchen section is twice the size of the dining section.

Since we were allowed to cook, I selected the kitchen’s three-dimensional model.

Wow. I will skip the details here— this kitchen is something like a dream kitchen for chefs. It contains the most advanced and best kitchenware as well as a 100% guarantee of ingredients with excellent quality and freshness. This means I can cook anything as long as I know how to. Sweet.

Now, the dining section. It consists of two tables for dining— one big and one small. The large table is suitable for around 18 persons while the small one is suitable for 4 persons. There are several other sofas and tea tables. From the look of it, it seems we are allowed to invite some friends to come over— but it’s not like I have a friend or something…

Next, the centre. Ignoring the door from the entrance as well as both of the doors connected to our rooms, the centre was limited to a square space. The square area contains our personal chairs, freely movable and some highly advanced function— like some sort of butler serving drinks or massages.

Since the teachers aren’t allowed to enter The White Mansion, they will be teaching from their own simulation room. It seems the classroom will be projected by a three-dimensional hologram; the teachers can interact with us through the hologram.

At the right side of the upper half corner of the classroom— is the arts and crafts section.

Starting from traditional arts such as drawing, painting, ceramics, sculptures, etc.… And there are modern arts such as digital drawing, printmaking, and so on— a variety of choices. I’m the art person type, but it seems I won’t ever get bored with this.

Lastly, the bottom right corner— the meeting room.

It is specifically requested by the principal. Any meeting between the principal and us will be held inside that room, protected by an isolating system to make sure not a single byte of the data we discussed leaked out.

Huh… this is quite convenient. But it doesn’t seem to be designed by that bastard.

Let’s just finish what he has first.

‘Yeah, yeah. I know what you are thinking. As if I had time to design this stupid mansion that burned so much of my finance. Obviously, the girl in front of you was the one who designed it— from the structure till the interior systems. If you need the administration system as well as the specific details about this mansion— just ask her. I gave you an opportunity to talk, so cherish it.’

Fine, I appreciate it. But no matter how much you helped— I still hate you.

’Lastly, here’s a warning. Persia Silverlight was just a first year’s student council president, and I’m sure you already know that your authority is higher than her and even the executives, just below me— any information you have been doing as a special student needs to be kept a secret. DO NOT RUN YOUR MOUTH AND EXPOSE ANY UNNECESSARY CLASSIFIED SECRETS TO ANYONE, GOT IT?

But of course, there are two students who are exceptional— obviously, your partner, Kuroyuki Shiroha. As for the second one— I will tell you some other time. Try to deal with your partner first— although I may have told her about your arrival, but who knows what she will do to you? I can’t wait to see how you were going to surrender. I will definitely record your face when you beg me to expel you.′

After finishing the last sentence, something inside my brain seems to have snapped.

GOD, I HATE HIM!!!

Just as I was about to delete the email, I noticed there was still something written below.

‘If by chance you didn’t delete the email and saw this— Though I hate to say this to you, good luck and enjoy your school-life here. We will meet soon, very soon.’

Hmm… Maybe he’s not that bad of a person after all. He just likes to tease me…

‘P.S. I’m short of funds lately, when will you resupply the funds for the academy?’

…or not.

What do you take me for? An Automated Teller Machine (ATM)?

Let’s reply to something I’d learnt from social media.

‘f**k YOU OLD MAN.’

And send.

“Ah…”

Satisfying.