The Unexpected Transmigration [BL HAREM]

02. Justice Seekers

[If you had already read chapter 1 before chapter 2 was published, I would request you to read chapter 1 again because I had rewritten it]

A handsome figure with a muscular outline that held a metal-like rod in his hands, infused with black and orange bolts of demonic and holy energy, carried a dangerous smile looked straight at the red haired girl and then at the pink head with interest and then at the six membered group who stood in front of them with overconfident postures with bland eyes.

"Oh...seems like it will be fun!" He raised his rod and chuckled with no humour.

The knight in shining armour who was a hunger infested demon on the inside, Michinori Yuuma.

Fortunately Miyori had always worked the best under pressure.

And the upcoming doom of being pummelling into death by a magical evil rod with a more evil owner forced him to conjure up bullshit faster than anyone. He quickly remembered the first part of the manga's plot.

"Ahhh...uhhh...M-m-Michinori-sama! We were just waiting for you!" He smiled brightly.

"Hmmm?" He paused.

"This girl!" He pulled Tomoka's hair with one hand, who protested in shock, and protected himself from the baby fox's toothless bite with another.

"She is so arrogant! There were so many light apprentice priestesses coming here today, but she has no respect for her fellow sisters! Disobeying the mother priestess, and following the tracks to find the famously rumoured hidden office room, even if she who was the most powerful of the priestesses were to separate from the others- it would create a huge impact on them! They would feel so unsafe in a place where power is everything! You know right, we were just teaching her a lesson!" He narrated like a master con-artist and resisted the urge to run away from the scene as Michinori cornered him with his broad body and confident walking stance.

He released Tomoka's hair and didn't bother to look at her.

"Why were you waiting for me?" He asked.

This would be easy, he knew everything about these guys.

"Because for you to conduct justice of course!" Miyori quickly replied.

"Is that it?" The crazy person smiled broadly and a glint of excitement showed in his eyes and Miyori did not dare to look down.

"No! I was just searching for Aoi who had run away earlier! I don't know what you are talking about! I just arrived here!" Tomoka quickly replied and showcased the supernatural creature in her hold as she glanced ardently at Michinori's form.

“Yeah..she's right.” Even the quiet Touha spoke up.

"You liar! I was sure that-that! But..." Miyori was exasperated, and then he bowed in defeat, purposely shivering in fright to show his nervousness to face Michinori.

"Don't worry, when dealing with justice, misunderstanding happens." Michinori Yuuma understood his pleadings, and then looked behind him. As predicted, everybody in Miyori's group had run away in fear when Michinori-sama was distracted.

"But I have to take you to the disciplinary office, because of the chaos you and your little group had caused. It had the authorities...hmm..quite troubled." Michinori drawled out as he focused his eyes on Miyori's form, making the golden haired young man a bit flustered.

But, Miyori gazed directly at Michinori's eyes with a violet eyed confident stare.

"There is no problem, Michinori-sama. I did what I wanted to do to conduct justice but it seems my methods were a bit troublesome that made my friends mistakenly spout harsh words at the disrupting priestess apprentice." Miyori frowned, he even managed to make his eyes appear a little teary, pulling at Michinori's heartstrings who was weak to sensitive and beautiful crybabies.

"But I had known my friends since our adolescence and could vouch for their innocence, they were a bit frightened now but I know if the lord who has justice on his mind raises awareness to them about the camaraderie all justice bringers should have, they would rise to the occasion to receive any punishment the office would deem necessary! For the sake of god loving justice!" Miyori continued, the rest of his nonsense words were intentionally made louder to gather enthusiasm to the heart of Michinori.

As expected, the justice loving crazy maniac was nodding along with his words.

And in mere seconds, Michinori was able to capture the other grumpy fellows in Miyori's group and made them instantly and obedient.

Listening to the lectures of the disciplinary committee was nothing compared to the storm that Miyori knew awaited him in the form of Yoitani Jinhaku.

But, at least he could breathe well in the meantime as the class was going on. Yoitani Jinhaku was always more active in the dark hours of the night.

He quickly escaped the wrath of the other people in his group but was cartoonishly caught by the gloved hand of a tall and a very strong man who caught the lapels of his white collar and slightly picked him up, making him kick his shoe clad feet back and forth in the air.

He fell on his ass with an exclaimed yell and a huff as the hand let him go.

"Where are you going so fast?" Michinori chuckled.

"I am on my way to my classroom, Lord Michinori." Miyori got up and smiled at Michinori.

“A bringer of justice and a punctual student? You are certainly a packaged deal. But sadly, I couldn't get your name." Michinori gazed at him.

Miyori was surprised but quickly nodded and obliged.

"My name is Sakaihara Miyori." He replied.

"You belong to Class 1-A? Impressive. Also, you are the fourth son of the Sakaihara Clan? You are part of a minor aristocratic clan under the control of the Yoitani Clan?" Michinori's relaxed state became a spiky stare at the mention of the Yoitani clan making Miyori almost break out in cold sweat.

'Young Sir Michinori and Young Master Yoitani hate each other due to the feuds between the aristocracy and the ruling non-aristocratic elite. But I prove that I am just a random son of a random controlled vassal clan!' He exclaimed in his mind.

"That would be it, my lord. But I am just the fourth son, unfortunately such broad subjects of the aristocratic kind aren't my forte. I am just a justice seeker who sees no differences between aristocracy, clans and ranks." Miyori gave out a very controlled reply.

Fortunately, Michinori laughed at his answer.

"Very well, I will see you soon, Sakaihara Miyori." Michinori bid him farewell.

But, Miyori couldn't but shiver slightly at the way Michinori huskily drew out the pronunciation of his given name.

After Michinori Yuuma was gone at last, Miyori walked in the marbled hallways and entered his assigned cornered and bright classroom and then his eyes fell on the only spare seat that was beside...

Kousaki Tomoka who was glaring furiously at him with her cheeks puffed up!