The Majarlican Demigod

Flashy Introduction

The Majarlican Demigod

Chapter 36: Flashy Introduction

It's been a month since the Holsters attacked the court, and they haven't been back to school either.

"Due to family circumstances, Imman Holster will no longer be part of your class. He transferred overseas, where his mother resides," Kori announced with sadness in her tone. As our class adviser, she must be sad to lose one of her students. But I have some good news for you: We have a new student who will join this class!"

New student?

"Please come in!" Kori called in her new student. A tall guy with a physique like Adonis the god came in.

Everyone seems attracted to the new student. Unlike the Holsters, I cannot sense any dark force from him.

"Greetings everyone!" the new student lowered his head to everyone with an enthusiastic tone within his greeting, "I'm honoured to be part of this class," he stood straight, "Fifteen years of age and a scholar from the south in Ras. I'm an elemental commander." He stretched out his hand, and then a beaming rod surrounded our room like we were entrapped in a cage, "My name is Tiberius Witherfort, a thunder and lightning commander!" he smiled widely at us, and the beaming rods disappeared.

Kori applauded, "That's the energy, Tibertius! Please take the seat beside Lady Althea," she pointed to the empty seat beside me.

I don't like the ambience that this one gives off. I'm not a pro-pessimist, but something about this person says I shouldn't like him. In a short span of sitting next to him, he managed to get on my nerves. Being expressive is fine, but being overly expressive isn't—never. Our next class will be with the most boresome old teacher who doesn't do anything but share his past life experience, and this guy prolongs the conversation too much.

Hopefully, our new classmate feels that people around him find the way he is today not exactly likeable. Imman won't be any better, but at least Holster is not trying hard for mere approval. Tibertius seems to get the heart of elderly people right away. He was even able to get Saphrias using his own methods.

During lunch at the cafeteria, I noticed that the dodgeball guys sat next to the girls without playing with them. This is a very rare sighting for the Premier Academia student body. In addition to the ugly things around, Hamilton and his friends invited Witherfort to the playground to play dodgeball.

"I wonder why this Hamilton guy, of all the people, hates newcomers?" Talia said.

"Believe me, that captain used to be worse than that," Hans responded.

The game is more than just having a friendly match. It's getting physical. As a team captain, Hamilton can set the barrier for their game practices, and now they are using it to hurt people. No, it's not a simple act of hurting someone. These guys are bullying the new student.

"Hans, stop them now!" I demanded.

"What? I can't do that. They will end up despising me," Hans refused.

Other students from the back laugh while Witherfort tries to stand still and negotiate for him to be spared.

"I heard that guy was from the South,"

"His family isn't part of the royalties, though,"

"I heard he is a scholar. He might be one of those who are actually…."

These minor girls gossiping from my back aggravates me for Witherfort because this isn't even right.

I teleported from the cafeteria to the playground near the barrier to nullify it and stop what they were doing. I nearly touched the barrier when I heard a whistle from my back. Other students went back to their tables.

"TEAM, IN MY OFFICE!" maestro Florence removed the barrier, and the dodgeball team followed the maestro out of the playground. By wearing his badge as the student body president and junior counsellor, Brighton helped Witherfort stand up.

"Are you alright?" Brighton asked Witherfort.

Weatherford chuckled, "Thank you. I'm ok. I guess I did it again."

"You should not let them do this to you just because you think they hate you. You're setting a bad example to the younger ones," Brighton firmly said, "Stand for what's just and right."

Witherfort lowered his head to Brighton. He really has a bad habit of bowing to everyone, which is what most annoys me.

"Don't lower your head easily, Witherfort," Brighton went on, "Please see Maestra Kornalina."

Witherfort nodded and went back inside.

"And what do you think you're doing there, Lady of West Althea?" Brighton asked.

"Standing for what's just and right," I responded.

Brighton pats my back so hard that I almost fell on my face.

•••>>>0(To Be Continued)