The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

An Even Worse Situation (Part 1)

**Kuro**

I think my situation got even worse after that talk with Maddie.

"..."

Well, she did make good of her promise to do something about the 'armed' paladins. This time, however, they were 'plainclothes' paladins, deliberately mixing with the student population with concealed weapons under their clothes. I mean, they could do it; matchlock pistols and daggers were pretty easy to carry, after all.

And not only that, Maddie would always stay by my side if she had no class to teach.

Considering her art class only lasts for a cumulative two hours, the Human Saint does have a lot of idle time to burn.

Because of that, she would watch me teach, sitting on a special spot allotted for her inside every classroom. Of course, having an esteemed person with you would cause intimidation to the students, even though if we remove her 'sainthood' Maddie would probably be of the same social status and age as them. The good side of it, though, was that the paladins would go out and stand guard at the corridors as long as she's with me.

"..."

But honestly, having her around watching me like that feels worse than having my principal observe and grade me in the middle of the class.

"!!!"

I think she's looking at my thoughts again, having cast that mind spell before. I saw her jolt a little when I made that comparison.

"Sir Kuro?"

I'm sorry, Maddie, but this arrangement is just too suffocating...

"Sir Kuro!"

"Ah, yes?" My train of thoughts halted when Lady Usarved slightly raised her voice to call my attention.

"Are you alright, Sir?" she asked, quite worried. "You've been standing there for a while, doing nothing."

"Oh, uh, yes...right," I took my book and flipped through the pages. "We'll be talking about grammar and spelling today, so—"

"Sir!"

"Yes, Miss Hefner? You're raising your hand?"

"We just went through that lesson last week..."

"Oh...is that...so?" hearing that from my student felt like I was slapped, and I began to panic. "Uh, well, turn your books to page 78 and read the para—"

"Sir?"

Dread took over me as I called another student who raised his hand, "Let me guess, Mister Dorsey, we read this activity already?"

The young nobleman gave an awkward nod as he returned to his seat.

"Wa-Wait a sec...uhm..." I grabbed my lesson plan and skimmed through its contents. "Ah! My apologies, everyone. My lesson for today is actually about story structure! Haha! This old guy is getting senile, you know?"

In order to remove the tension inside my class, I made that joke, coupled with a 'stupid' gesture (scratching my head while laughing). Naturally, the students took that as a cue to laugh as well. However...

"Kyaa!"

"Whoa!"

"!!!"

All of us were shocked when Lady Hefner and Lord Dorsey suddenly tumbled on the floor. Apparently, the feet of their chairs gave way and broke. Fortunately, they were fine; Lady Hefner held on to her desk (which was quite heavy), while Lord Dorsey's fall was cushioned by his bag placed under his feet.