Near the Hero League Headquarters, on the roof of a corporate building.
"It's already been a week and there's still no contact. Just where did Amara go?" Ophelia scanned the organisation building from the outside to check for any clues.
"Do we really need to spend so much time looking for her? We have already missed so many classes and Miyu keeps asking me where we keep disappearing off to. I don't think we can keep lying to her for long." Kyla complained, leaning against the wall, ready to take a nap.
"Well, we wouldn't have to keep doing this if a certain someone didn't try to solo a rescue mission." Ophelia snapped back, seeing someone's carefree attitude.
"Hey, I did my job. We were told to get her out of prison, I saw it through. It has nothing to do with us anymore, whether humans capture her or monsters kill her.
"Listen, you idiot." Ophelia grabbed Kyla's collar, lifting her to the tip of her feet. "Our orders were to send Amara back to the Fae Forest. If Nyra asks us about this, what are we going to do? Tell her, we lost the Elf because you were too proud to ask for help."
"First of all, we wouldn't even be in this mess if our immature princess didn't fuck up her stupid plans to infiltrate the Human Continent. WE are the ones cleaning HER mess. She has no right to be angry."
"She is still the princess. Show her some respect. Now go use those tracking skills of yours and find Amara." Ophelia gave her order, pointing to the League entrance.
"Fine! But this is the last time. Otherwise, go tell that happy-go-lucky princess to come out of her candy castle and do some actual fieldwork in the mud rather than just scheming impractical missions." Saying her piece, she hopped down the roof, briefly strolling on the glass windows before landing on the street as gently as a cat.
The pedestrians did not even glance at this inhumane feat and just walked by, minding their own business.
In this society full of Awakened - where every one in one hundred humans gained abilities when they turned eighteen, it was just an everyday occurrence to see someone swimming through the earth, walking on air, or breathing fire.
Walking on walls was as simple as they came.
As long as nobody caused any collateral damage or anything dangerous like that, nobody would even bat an eye towards the Awakened using simple Skills and mana for personal convenience.
It is a free country, of course!
"You are not allowed to pass through." The guards stopped her at the entrance.
"What! Why? I lost my Awakened ID card. I need to get it renewed."
"You are welcome to use our online services, ma'am. We boast a swift overnight delivery." The guards adequately guided her.
"But I need it right now. I am a student at Star Academy. My teacher needs my ID card right now for an application." She decided to beg as a last-ditch effort.
The two guards looked at each other, contemplating what to do.
Yes. Yes. You can't deny a student of the greatest Hero Academy.
"That's great. We have a small administrative office on the Academy grounds itself. They will whip you a new ID card, right away."
Instead, the guards clapped their hands in delight and smiled at the student, happy with being able to provide the necessary help.
Defeated by the unwanted kindness, Kyla walked away from the entrance.
"What did you get?" Ophelia materialised next to her on the street.
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The Transmigrated Professor
FantasyTrapped in his friend's sci-fi novel, the protagonist is possessed by the character Ray Laxon and must navigate a dangerous world filled with dungeons, monsters, magic, and demons. Accused of associating with the villains, Ray and his family face e...
