novelraw Chapter 745: Idiot
Chapter 745: Idiot
At the same time, Jasmine's voice outside the door pressed against Fisher's nerves like a death knell, especially after Helaire's reminder. He felt that the person standing outside wasn't the soft high school girl Jasmine, but a prehistoric beast.
There was Jasmine behind him, and this demon with a wicked smile ready to self-destruct in front of him. It was truly a situation of a wolf ahead and a tiger behind, leaving Fisher in a dilemma.
Originally, he hadn't done anything and could be said to have a "clear conscience", but knowing Helaire's goal was to shatter Jasmine's sweet dream, what would happen after opening the door was out of Fisher's control.
He didn't doubt in the slightest what nonsense this person would spout in front of Jasmine once the door was opened; she would likely say all sorts of things to make Fisher die a miserable death.
"..."
So no matter what, he couldn't let Jasmine open the door.
And right now, Jasmine outside seemed unable to confirm if Fisher and Helaire were in this classroom. Thanks to Fisher from a few minutes ago, who habitually locked the door behind him, leaving room to maneuver now.
Therefore, he only needed to make Jasmine unsure if they were inside. Before long, the class bell would ring...
Although he didn't know how long the break time was in the Transferred Person's world, it couldn't possibly be a full forty minutes like at Saint-Nazareth University, right?
Right now, the only thing Fisher had to do was stop the evil Angel before him from making a sound!Thinking of this, the aura of Fisher standing in front of Helaire shifted slightly. Helaire was still smiling, hands cupped around her mouth like a megaphone. The moment she saw Fisher's eyes darken, her throat moved to make a sound, but Fisher's sturdy arm had already preemptively pressed against her lips.
"Mmh..."
Helaire was silently shoved backward by Fisher. She blinked and whimpered, struggling to head towards the door.
But Fisher was intimately familiar with her body. Sensing her posture for a forward dash, he quickly pulled her up from behind in a bear hug. Her stocking-clad legs foolishly fluttered in mid-air, maintaining a running motion for a second or two before Fisher pulled her back.
"Mmph mmph..."
Helaire blinked, reaching her fair hands out towards the door, only to watch helplessly as she moved further away from it.
Since whimpering also produced sound, Fisher couldn't stop that and could only carry her away from the door, the further the better.
Fisher gritted his teeth, hoisting her onto his left shoulder while maintaining his right hand covering her lips, making their contact both intimate and comical.
—Thump.
"Hiss!"
Behind him, Helaire struggled and accidentally kicked Fisher's back with her legs, bumping her previously sprained right leg in the process. The pain caused her to gasp, the sensation blooming against Fisher's palm and making him glance sideways at her furrowed face.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she looked over pitifully. Fisher couldn't help but sigh and set her down. They were far enough from the door now, and the yoga mats below clearly proved this club room's purpose, making it quite spacious and not cramped.
"Strange... not in this classroom? Teacher Fisher? Teacher Fisher?"
Outside, Jasmine's confused voice drifted in, seemingly beginning to doubt Fisher's specific location. Yet she still hadn't left, instead standing in the hallway and calling Fisher's name even louder, hoping Fisher, possibly in any room along the corridor, would hear her.
Fisher cautiously kept her mouth covered as he put her down. However, the pain in her ankle seemed unbearable for her human body, causing her to take small gasping breaths. Fisher sighed and looked down at her small foot.
"I'll take a look for you, don't yell."
Seeing her slightly twisted right ankle, Fisher fell silent for a moment. Watching Helaire, whose mouth he covered, blink her watery eyes and nod, he slowly released her red lips.
Then he lowered his head and looked at her right foot.
It was still deep winter, so Helaire's stockings actually had some thickness, though the material was excellent. It was visible to the naked eye.
He lowered his head and gently cupped Helaire's warm small foot. Even with just the outline, the rounded toes looked like a perfect work of art.
Fisher forced his gaze away from the tips of her toes and looked at the slightly crooked ankle, gently reaching out to touch it. He then saw the twisted ankle revert back to normal as if ticklish...
Isn't this perfectly fine? How...
Fisher froze. While holding her soft foot, he suddenly looked up at Teacher Helaire sitting on the yoga mat. He saw her blink innocently at Fisher, then her mouth slowly opened wide, gathering air like a roaring T-Rex preparing to summon the demon outside the door.
"Jas—"
Fisher's hands were still on her foot; moving forward to stop her now would be slower than the momentum of his body.
In this situation, Fisher decided to turn her trick against her, leaning his head forward as a seal.
Before Helaire could react, her wide-open mouth was blocked. Immediately after, she was tackled backward onto the yoga mat by the advancing Fisher, producing a muffled "thump."
"..."
Helaire blinked, unexpectedly not retreating but advancing, suddenly throwing her arms around Fisher's neck to prevent him from leaving.
"Ring, ring, ring~"
And right at this moment, the heavenly bell echoed throughout the entire teaching building once more.
It was the bell for class.
"How strange... not on this side?"
Outside the door, Jasmine, hearing the bell, finally decided to retreat. A confused murmur of talking to herself was heard, followed by silence, indicating she had walked away.
"..."
But Fisher, rich in experience, remained completely motionless, maintaining the status quo to avoid the tragic ending of relaxing his vigilance too early and ruining all his efforts.
He glanced toward the door from the corner of his eye to confirm if Jasmine had truly left. However, his slightly turned face suddenly fell into a pair of soft hands. A correcting force from the fingers forced Fisher to return his gaze to the beautiful blue-gold eyes before him.
Those eyes were like the ocean, yet only Fisher's face was reflected within them.
Naturally, their lips parted.
Helaire looked smilingly at Fisher's sequence of actions. Satisfied, she covered her mouth to chuckle softly,
"You have to focus when kissing, otherwise your female partner will be disappointed~"
"Heh."
Fisher wiped his lips and sat up straight, not saying much.
"Darling, if you had said earlier you were going to use this method as a bargaining chip, we wouldn't have needed all this trouble. However... you're calmer than I imagined. This is a world ruled by Jasmine. Aren't you afraid that that small door wouldn't stop her, allowing her to burst in and catch us red-handed?"
Fisher pondered for a moment, calmly speaking while smoothing his clothes,
"You mentioned earlier, the key to shattering the sweet dream, aside from going against her heart, is the 'sense of incongruity'... Just like a real dream, even though everything within it stems from one's own thoughts, the vast majority of people don't realize they are its ruler."
Fisher surveyed the classroom. With the bell having just finished ringing, the entire teaching building felt exceptionally quiet.
"That door indeed cannot stop Jasmine's true power. However, she will subconsciously handle problems following the behavior of a high school girl. Just like hearing the bell, she will go to class... Therefore, she wouldn't use other methods to open this door or use supernatural power to detect the scene behind it, even if she has the ability to do so."
Helaire smiled as she sat up, nodding in agreement,
"That's exactly right. So if you had chosen to kill this incarnation of mine just now, this dreamscape would have been massively impacted. Because the school life she hopes for doesn't involve an event like the 'death of a teacher'. If such a thing happened abruptly without any buildup, she would react like someone jolted awake from a dream, and extremely terrifying things would occur~"
At this point, her eyes suddenly darkened. She placed her palm over Fisher's heart again, whispering,
"In that case, my other incarnation would easily be able to extract that precious 'Un' authority..."
The "Un" authority, huh...
Truly a brilliant description.
"Given how much she values you, the erosion you endure in this dreamscape should be the most severe. Yet you still retain a sound consciousness and haven't succumbed to becoming that 'English Teacher' in her ideal world. It's entirely because of the 'Un' authority within your body that can accommodate everything."
This was within expectations, but there was another point Fisher didn't understand.
He raised his gaze to look at Helaire, who was equally unaffected, and couldn't help but ask,
"Renee's authority originates from you. Why was she affected while you weren't?"
"Because 'Infinity' only describes a part of my nature; it doesn't possess my true nature. Naturally, she couldn't avoid the cliche..."
"You possess an infinite number of authorities."
Helaire smiled slightly without speaking. She merely straightened her clothes, turned, and walked toward the door.
"For the sake of your sweet kiss, I'll pretend nothing happened this time. But next time... hehe, you'd better keep a close eye on Jasmine."
"..."
Fisher turned to watch her walk to the door without putting on her shoes. Instead, she bent down and picked up the discarded high heel, dangling it in her hand. She had just reached the door and placed her hand near the lock when she suddenly remembered something. She turned to look at Fisher, her face painted with curiosity,
"Oh right, one more question..."
"What is it?"
Fisher massaged his shoulder, meeting her scanning gaze.
"Um, just now..." She blinked, looking at him with an indescribable expression Fisher had never seen before, asking, "Since you were already certain that my four incarnations within the Barrier are less powerful than those few minor gods, then logically speaking, if even Renee gets affected by her dreamscape, shouldn't I be even more prone to its effects?"
"How could you be so certain that I, like you, wouldn't be affected by this dreamscape?"
Fisher froze slightly before replying,
"Your plan is to strip my inner property within the dreamscape. If you were affected, the plan definitely couldn't continue. Thus, you must have prepared an unknown method beforehand to counter the dreamscape's erosion, right?"
"..."
That unfamiliar expression on Helaire's face lingered for a moment, before converting back to her usual dangerous smile. She withdrew her gaze and pushed open the door once again,
"I see..."
"Click."
The door closed, and she vanished without a trace.
Fisher blinked, yet he didn't leave the classroom immediately.
Regarding the question Helaire just asked, although logically it made sense, the truth was his initial deduction that Helaire wouldn't be affected by the dreamscape had absolutely nothing to do with logical reasoning...
At the time, he just had an inner feeling, subconsciously believing she wouldn't be affected.
Thinking carefully, perhaps this was because the property within his body originally stemmed from Her, and was Her precious treasure to begin with, hence a deep-rooted connection was only normal.
While thinking this, he looked down and saw the English textbooks she was holding earlier scattered on the floor, seemingly forgotten.
She only carried away her high heel...
Fisher hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and picking up the scattered textbooks. Flipping through them casually, he noticed they were filled with notes, evidently Teacher Helaire's personal teaching materials.
He was just about to close it when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a large, chibi drawing of a head that looked almost identical to his own, drawn with a pen on the title page.
Except in that drawing, Fisher's human nose was replaced with a highly symbolic little pig nose. Combined with his usual deadpan expression, it looked endearingly silly.
Beside the drawing was an arrow, and at the end of the arrow was a word written in Nari Language, a language that shouldn't exist in this world:
"Idiot."
"..."
Fisher stared at the elegant handwriting and, after a period of silence, let out a long breath before heavily shutting the book,
"We are enemies now..."