Saga of Atlantis-Chapter 90 [Entrance Ceremony] : Aeloria Starfayre

The class soon started to empty as more and more students moved out, heading towards the main building at the center of the academy.

"Ahm, a-are you not going?" Emily asked confusedly as I stood at the end of the classroom, waiting for the class to clear.

"I will come later; you can go first," I replied with a slight nod, making way for her to leave.

Nora, Cassie, and Aron also exited, leaving only three people in the class.

Taking slow steps, I moved towards the other two people who were left in the class.

They looked back at me, but one quickly turned her gaze away, while the other kept looking at me.

"Why did you come back?" As I got closer to her, she asked, her voice as cold as it could be.

"Does it matter to you?" I responded to my ex-fiancee as I stood in front of her.

"No, but it would have been better if you had just kept yourself hidden," she replied, her eyes fixed on me.

'Edda, show me her status.' Instead of replying, I asked Edda in my thoughts.

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Name: Angelina D. Merovingian

Affiliation: Merovingian Royal Family

Mage Path: Origin Level 3

Mana points: 330/330

Knight Path: Origin Level 3

Strength: 335

Agility: 340

Defense: 330

Endurance: 360]

Danger Level: Easy to handle.

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'Same as the game,' I thought as I looked at her stats; they were the same as I remembered, without much change, which is, in a way, a good thing for me.

"If you don't have anything to say, move." As I didn't reply to her words, she got up from her seat and moved outside the class.

"I hate you princess," I said as I looked at her retreating back, I wanted to see how she reacts and she did give a particular reaction her whole body trembled her breath become rough but she eventually clam herself down before moving out.

Now there were only two people in the class: me and Aeloria.

I looked at the girl, who was about to go after the princess.

'Hmm,' as I was about to call her, I felt something touching my head. It was hard to explain, like there was something that was gazing and touching my head, but at the same time, there was nothing visible.

{Mana Sense}

Activating it, I used the surrounding mana as my sense. Just as I did, I felt an outline of something flying just over my head. It was small, about 15 cm, and had features like a human.

"Ang?"

Coating a little bit of mana in my fingers, I lightly pinched up the thing and brought it in front of my face. As I did, a surprised voice resonated in my surroundings.

"Ivy?" Another surprised voice resonated in the classroom as Aeloria, who was about to move out, looked back. Her gaze was not on me but was focused on my hand.

'Ahhh, her spirit,' I thought as I looked at my seemingly empty hand, which was now slowly materializing into something small.

"How do you see me?" As soon as she fully materialized, she asked with a loud, surprised voice as Aeloria moved closer towards me.

The fairy had blonde hair and dark gray eyes that were filled with curiosity and innocence. She was small, so her body couldn't be seen properly, but she surely had a mature body with ample curves. She wore a green one-piece that fully exposed her front cleavage down to her navel, while four beautiful transparent wings were on her back.

"I didn't see you; I felt you," I replied, loosening my grip on her.

"But how?" she asked, but before I could reply, Aeloria came to catch her.

"I am sorry," Aeloria apologized, grabbing the little fairy in her hand.

"It's fine," I replied nonchalantly, my gaze still on the fairy.

It's the first time I've seen a fairy. Normally, fairies are only close to Elves, being able to be near them. Most are found near the World Tree on the Elysium Continent, and they have their own realm known as the Fairy Realm, created by the Goddess of Life.

You can only see them when they wish to, or they can simply return to their realm if they feel threatened.

There was also a whole arc devoted to the Fairy Realm in the third game, which was important to win over the Elven Princess.

"Let go, Aria." My thoughts were cut off as I heard the child-like voice of the fairy, struggling to get away from her grip.

Aeloria frowned a little, but she eventually let go.

The little fairy flew up, coming right in front of me. Her eyes were filled with surprise as she looked at me. Our eyes locked, and just after a few seconds, a wide grin appeared on her face. She brought herself right in front of me, extending her tiny hands as she spoke.

"My name is Ivy; be my friend!" Her voice sounded funny as she shyly yet loudly said those words.

I looked at her for a while, and her hands still extended towards me. Eventually, I extended my index finger, which she caught with both of her hands.

"My name's Eden Morton; nice to meet you," I replied with a smile, matching hers.

"W-wait! W-wait what is happening here?" As Ivy started to hover over my head, the confused and socked voice of Aeloria made me focus on her.

She was shocked, which was an understatement. She had her eyes wide open and her eyebrows frowning in confusion as she looked at me.

Well, I can't blame her; fairies are known as men-haters. Not even once has there been a record in history in which fairies have a friendly relationship with males.

"H-how is this possible?" Aeloria asked as she looked at Ivy, who had now nestled on my head, even though I had my guess for her behavior. I was also interested in her answer.

"Because his body is the purest," Ivy replied, touching the ribbon on my hair, which I gently removed; that's a gift from my lover, and I didn't want it messed with.

"What do you mean?" Aeloria asked again.

"It means he is special," Ivy replied.

"How?"

"He doesn't have any filth in his body; it's like his body is made of ma—"

"Don't you think you will be late?" I quickly interrupted the little fairy as she started to spill my secrets.

"Yes! I need to be beside Anna," she exclaimed as she remembered her role, and I just nodded my head in reply.

"Let's go then," I replied as I took the lead, and she followed behind me. Soon, the atmosphere between us became awkward as we both didn't know what to talk about.

"Ahm, Eden, I never got the chance to say it." As I was thinking about what to talk about, Aeloria said something, making me look back at her. "Thank you for saving me back then."

"You remember that?" I asked before resuming walking.

"Of course she does; you are her Prince Charmi―." Ivy chimed in.

"Say one more word, and I will throw you back," Aeloria threatened, making her shut her mouth. But I understood what she was talking about.

"Anyway, do you have some free time?" I asked, glancing back at her.

"Maybe next week I will have some time," she replied after some time.

"Hmm, you know you are quite famous in the kingdom," I said, changing the topic.

"So are you" she replied, but immediately she got flustered as she added, "I wasn't taunting."

"I know, it's fine."

We both continued to walk, reaching the main road to the central building.

"If it makes you feel any better," Aeloria said, matching her pace with mine, "Angelina doesn't know that you saved her. The King forbade me to ever mention this to her."

I stopped for a second as I heard her words. Of course, why would he tell her? It will only make her resolve weaken even slightly.

"It didn't make me feel any better," I replied as we arrived at the main entrance of the building. "This is where we part ways."

"Yes," she replied as Ivy moved back towards her.

"When are you free next week?" I asked as I looked at the departing figure.

"On weekends, why do you ask?" she replied, glancing back, but she kept moving.

"Let's go on a date," I said, and my words made her trip a little as she struggled to balance herself.

"She said yes!" Before she could even reply, Ivy shouted, grinning, and I smiled back. Aeloria fastened her pace without looking back.

'She was acting the whole time', I thought as I moved inside the central building.

Her every action was a calculated one while her gaze never missed any details, and most importantly, fir some reason she was wary of me.

'What a pain', one thing that I understood from our conversation is that she is a tough nut to crack.