2. Fake Out

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Name: Zero

Age: 18

Classification: Human, Living Servant

Servant Class: Foreigner

Normal speech: Like this

Whispers/Muttering: Like this

Thoughts: *Like this*

Actions I can't be bothered to narrate: *Like This*

Serious tone/Shouting: Like this

Telepathy/Phone calls: <Like this>

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The day after was Zero's first day at school. He was walking with Mio and Maria, who was eating an ice lolly.

They soon arrived at the vicinity of the school.

Maria: I will be on standby here.

Mio: Thank you.

Zero: Are you sure that's a good idea? You'll be detained and escorted away if you loiter around.

Maria: Fufufu~fuuu

She giggled and raised her hand up before holding out a card.

Maria: Don't worry. I'll be perfectly fine~.

Zero:... An ID?

Maria: Fake ID. It'd be one thing if I were actually underage. But now I can wander as much as I want, even on weekday mornings!

Zero: *Looking like that, I don't think anyone will easily fall for that if she's confronted. But that's hardly my business...*

They then departed, with Maria waving them goodbye.

Maria: Have a good day!

Mio:... Summer break just ended, so you didn't have to go out of your way to transfer to our school.

Zero: The old man already finished the paperwork, besides that he has ties with someone in this school.

Mio: Jin-san does?... With whom?

Zero: I don't know.

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Mio: The faculty room is that way....

Zero: Got it.

Before walking away, Mio narrowed her eyes and spoke sternly.

Mio: Listen... Don't cling to me at school-

Zero: We're already at school.

Mio: Ah! You know what I mean!! Baka! Don't cling to me during the day... hmph.

She walked away in silence, turning her head away.

Zero: Yare yare daze... What a handful. Building trust isn't going to be easy.

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Man: Nice you meat you, Toujou.

After arriving at the faculty room, he was greeted by one of the staff. This man was going to be his teacher and shall not be named because he isn't important enough for you to commit it to memory.

Zero: *Sounds about right. We'll just call him "Teacher"*

The teacher stuck out his arm for Zero to hold and shake.

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Zero wrote his name on the board and then placed down the chalk to face the classroom.

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