“Why do the people around Liliana and Douglas accuse you of doing it too? How do you explain that?”
Shishiru Shishiruka, an elf teacher, didn’t listen to my words when I said it was Liliana and her group who had flooded the cafeteria. Instead, she sided with them, saying they were probably right.
Shishiru-sensei was an elf, so I thought she would be able to tell that I didn’t use water magic to cause the flood. I also thought most students would see through Liliana and Douglas’s lies and realize I was outnumbered and innocent. But I was wrong. I even feel stupid for thinking that now.
I knew I didn’t have many friends at this academy (thanks to Liliana and Douglas), but it hurt to see even a teacher assume I was guilty without hearing me out.
I sighed deeply in the empty classroom. I couldn’t help it. I was fed up with this unfair treatment.
Shishiru-sensei heard me. Of course, she did. She was an elf. Her hearing was sharper than any human’s, and she didn’t like what she heard.
She glared at me with fury. The old me would have cowered and begged for forgiveness, even though I had done nothing wrong.
But I was not the old me anymore.
I was tired of being powerless. I was tired of obeying those who had power over me.
“What do you think you’re doing? How dare you talk back to me, an elf, and sigh in my presence? You, a lowly human?”
Shishiru-sensei spat out, showing her true colours.
She was a racist. She looked down on humans, especially ones like me who had poor grades. And she hated me for standing up to her.
“Do you want to die?”
Shishiru glared at me with murderous rage and came closer.
The old me would have been terrified and wet myself by now.
But I felt no fear, even when she unleashed her killing intent and threatened me.
Having power and seeing how it can blind people, I realized something.