Dear Ms Lady Demigod

2 9 Not All Mortals Are Bad

It had been two weeks since Lict had been asleep. Vierne got up by herself, prepared her own food, cleaned the house, made her bed and did all the laundry herself. It was tough without him. She missed him every day from the moment she woke up till she went to bed. Aleksei visited often to have a look at his condition.

"It isn't getting any better," He said, "And this might be the best time to kill him without making him go through the pain."
"No, I won't let you do that." Vierne said, "This is my star spirit so I decide his fate, not you." He had nothing to say in his defence. He couldn't kill him without her approval since she was his master.

"Today, we will talk about the three different forms of magic," Akagi wrote on the board as the day's classes began, "There are three forms—Vyzov forma Odin, Vyzov forma dva, Vyzov forma tri." He scribbled on the board. Akagi had messy handwriting and hence it was a challenge for the students to understand what he was trying to write.

"I can't understand shit," Slavik whispered under his breath.
"Vyzov forma Odin, it is the first form of your spell. The one that everyone can use in which you give a gift to your star spirit after the pact is formed and they fight their enemy using that gift.You as a demigod can transfer your powers to your star spirit,"

Slavik yawned. Akagi threw a glass of water at him and continued with the class while Slavik cleaned himself, "Now, we talk of the second form or Vyzov forma dva. It is a form that about 50% of demigods use. In this form, the star spirit itself becomes a gift and the demigod fights with that gift."

"I'm stuck at Vyzov forma Odin!" Slavik groaned.
"That is because you sleep during your class."
"What if I never reach the second form?"
"I give zero fucks. Moving on, Vyzov forma tri—This is a form that only 10% of demigods use. In this, the star spirit goes inside the demigods and the demigod fights the enemy with both their Sila and the Magixiya of their star spirit. "

Everyone was noting down as Akagi spoke.
"Any questions?"
"Is there any fourth form?" Slavik asked.
"No, lucky for you, there are only three."
"How can you be so sure?"

"That's what the theory says. It is possible that maybe someone somewhere discovered the fourth form and is practising it."
"I will be that someone!" Slavik shouted.
"Please focus on your studies. I'm just passing you because I don't want to see your face next year but now your ass is getting fatter and heavier and I can't pass you anymore! Study! Study demigoddammit!" Akagi shouted.

"Yes, Uchitel..." Slavik was intimidated. He felt like crying but held it in, 'Don't cry.' He told himself.

Vierne took notes diligently with a book on her head. Akagi looked at her, "What are you doing? Poise?"
"You know about it, Lord Akagi?" She asked, completely ignoring the fact that he had graduated from the same high school three years back, "I just wanted to practice."
"As long as you don't disturb the class," He took the marker and turned back, "So, what was I saying?"

After the class was over, Vierne walked out of the classroom and went towards her locker. She met Dasha on her way, "Hello Vierne," She snatched her notes from her, "What is this? Magic theory?" They laughed, "What are you—A witch?"
"Give it back, Dasha. That thing is too complicated for your brain." Vierne glared at her and Dasha tore the notebook before her eyes.
"Here, now you have it back." She passed the pieces to Vierne and left with her girls, laughing and giggling.

She went to Galkin's locker, "Can I have your notes?" She asked.
"Sure, what happened to yours though?"
"A dog ate it."
"I see. You have a pet dog—You never told me. What's his name?"
"It's a stray bitch—Slutty as hell."

"Excuse me?"

The next was Ms Sophie's class. She looked as elegant as always, dressed up in a pencil skirt and a frilly, blue top with a black, French hat over her head. Everyone was ready with their dance shoes for the Russian dance. They had a combined class with human students that day.