Infernal Academia

Chapter 59 - Trayer's Righteousness: Part 3 (The Round-Up)

Karazelle sat at the teacher's desk, lost deep in thought as she struggled to balance one of Cobalt's pencils atop her upper lip.  Now that she had the chance to root through his things, she was hoping to find something juicy to tease him about - maybe a personal notebook or some idle doodles - but was disappointed to find that everything the Incubus kept at his desk was strictly for teaching.

"Diligent as ever..." the Succubus sighed, spinning around in his chair.

At the back of the class, she heard Whitney cluck her tongue.

"Something you wanna share with the rest of the class, Miss Brode?" Karazelle announced in her best impression of Cobalt's voice.

"Fuck off, Whoretits!" the Nymph responded, proudly displaying her middle finger.

"Hey!  He left me in charge, remember?  So cut the attitude, or you'll be in detention for the rest of your life!"

"You can't give me detention; you're a student!"

"Well then, I'll just have to write you up, then!  Mr. Trayer's gonna be so~ disappointed in you when he gets back!"

Tittering with glee, she searched beneath the desk for something to write on, only to be alerted to the sound of buzzing on the floor.  Karazelle raised an eyebrow and glanced down to see Cobalt's dropped mobile phone, slowly vibrating across the linoleum as it silently rang.

Picking it up, she flipped it open and held it to her ear.

"Finally!  Listen bluebell, I just saw a shitload of SUVs on the cams, heading towards your scho- hello?  You there?"  spoke the frantic voice of a woman that she didn't recognise.

"Um... Cobalt isn't here right now, sorry.  He dropped his phone," the Succubus responded.

"Shit, right, okay.  Um... Just tell him to ring back as soon as you see him, okay?  Thanks!"

The call ended before she could inquire as to the caller's identity.  Frowning, Karazelle lifted her head up and placed the phone on the desk.  Though she wasn't one to pry into Cobalt's social circles, there was something about the desperation in that woman's voice that inspired deep-seated unease in her.

"U- Um, Karazelle...?" asked a small, accented voice.

Dismissing the call for the time being, Karazelle leaned over the desk to see Jelli standing in front of it, nervously wringing her hands as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her heels.

"What's up?" the Succubus asked, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Is Mr. Trayer okay?  Should we, um... Should we have let him go out on his own like that?  Y- You know, because of the... u- um... T- Teufel..." the Glutton stammered, swallowing hard as she glanced around nervously.

Karazelle sighed and tousled Jelli's hair.  This whole Devil thing was running them all ragged, but none so much as her.  Jelli was a natural born worrier, and sometimes Karazelle wondered whether she was going to be able to handle this entire situation.

She did raise a good point, though.  Cobalt had left so abruptly without considering his own safety.  It wasn't like him to be so careless...

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm sure he'll be-"

"Shut the Hell up, Whoretits!" Whitney suddenly yelled from the back of the classroom.

Baring her teeth, Karazelle turned to the Nymph and made ready with a venomous retort, but stopped upon seeing the look in her eyes.  Whitney's pointed ears were twitching, and going by the look of confusion on the other Nymphs in the classroom, something was up.