I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree-Chapter 72 - Get Out of Class 1-1

Earlier in the day, in Litte’s Class 1-1, Hecatia was conducting a magic theory lesson.

“Open your textbooks,” Hecatia said listlessly. “From page two to page fifty-five. Read through it during this class, and next class, we’ll head out for practical practice.”

With that, Hecatia slumped onto the podium and fell asleep.

The students watched her behavior and couldn’t help but whisper amongst themselves.

With teaching methods like these, it was no wonder that a large number of students had filed complaints against Hecatia.

However, it seemed as though Hecatia held some kind of compromising material over Luca, as she remained firmly employed at the academy. No matter how many times she was complained about, she wasn’t removed from her position and had even been promoted from professor to the grade director this year.

Lianca had previously gone to Luca privately to discuss the matter, but Luca simply sipped his tea and responded:

“Professor Hecatia’s teaching methods are very suitable for your class. You’ll understand in the future.”

With no other options, Lianca decided to endure for one semester. If, by the end of the term, she hadn’t made significant progress and had instead wasted time under Hecatia, she would absolutely pressure the academy through her father.

Whether it was transferring to another class or replacing the teacher, she was determined not to stay in the same class as Hecatia.

The one-hour class passed quickly, and afterward, Hecatia led the students to the magic practice grounds.

“For this session, all you need to do is learn Fireball and Water Bullet,” Hecatia said. “Pair up. One of you casts Fireball, and the other uses Water Bullet to extinguish it.”

“Professor, I have a question.” A student raised their hand. “I’m a Tier 3 warrior and have never studied magic...”

“Oh, I forgot about that.” Hecatia smacked her forehead. “I should’ve mentioned earlier—warriors don’t need to attend magic theory classes. You’re free to leave and rest for the day.”

What kind of teacher does this?!

The students couldn’t help but grumble amongst themselves.

Lianca, also a warrior, left the grounds in anger after hearing Hecatia’s statement.

Litte, however, thought for a while and chose to stay.

She was pursuing both martial and magical disciplines, aiming to get closer to Orson. Missing out on practical training under a teacher’s guidance was not an option.

But who should she partner with?

At that moment, Tyril approached him.

“Litte, would you mind partnering with me?” he said, flashing a smile.

Litte frowned at him.

“Sorry, I’ll have to decline.”

“Don’t be like that, Litte. Look, everyone else has already paired up. It’s just the two of us left.”

“If this is about what happened the other day, then I sincerely apologize.”

“...” Seeing Tyril’s seemingly earnest expression, Litte hesitated before nodding. “Alright then.”

“Alright, you can begin your training,” Hecatia said.

The students started their exercises.

Litte launched a few small Fireballs toward Tyril, and he extinguished them with Water Bullets.

“Alright, my turn,” Tyril said.

“Mm.” Litte nodded.

It seemed that Tyril wasn’t planning to stir up trouble during magic class. With that thought, Litte let her guard down.

At first, Tyril released a few small Fireballs, which Litte easily countered with Water Bullets.

Then, Tyril seized a moment of Litte’s carelessness, channeling all his magic to cast a massive Fireball.

Heh, Litte, you’re still too naive.

In Tyril’s mind, he already pictured Litte being scorched, his face disfigured and covered in soot.

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Caught off guard, Litte instinctively tried to extinguish the Fireball with a Water Bullet, but it was nowhere near enough to counter the spell.

Just as the massive Fireball was about to reach Litte, a hissing sound filled the air.

Suddenly, all magic on the field ceased to function.

The Fireball, mere inches from Litte, vanished into thin air. She could still feel the heat of the flames, but they dissipated in an instant.

Tyril stared in disbelief at what had just happened.

He then turned to look at Hecatia.

Hecatia sighed and walked over to Tyril.

“Care to explain?” Hecatia said. “That Fireball’s power was excessive. While it may not have been fatal, it could’ve severely burned Litte’s face.”

“Uh... Professor, I...” Tyril stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.

“Don’t tell me it was an accident.”

“But, Professor, it really was an accident...”

Before Tyril could finish, a hand formed of pure magic clamped around his throat, lifting him into the air.

As Tyril struggled desperately, on the verge of passing out from lack of air, the magical hand suddenly released him, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat and gasping for breath.

“I told you not to say it was an accident,” Hecatia said coldly, glaring at Tyril.

“I don’t usually remember my students, but you’re an exception.”

“On the first day of class, you caused trouble right in front of me. Now you’re trying to harm a classmate during my lesson.”

“You have two options: transfer to another class or drop out. I don’t want to see you in my class tomorrow.” Hecatia turned and walked over to Litte.

What a joke. Litte was her only student in her elective class. If something happened to Litte and her class was canceled due to a lack of participants, who would compensate her for her loss?

With that thought, Hecatia gently touched Litte’s face. Even through her gloves, the gesture made Litte feel uncomfortable.

“Um, Professor, I’m fine,” Litte said, turning her head away.

“Mm, I’m just checking, just in case,” Hecatia said. “From now on, I’ll be your training partner.”

“Eh? Really?” Litte said, her face lighting up with excitement.

“Mm.” Hecatia nodded.

Meanwhile, Tyril, finally catching his breath, asked, “Professor Hecatia, what about me...”

“You?” Hecatia narrowed her eyes. “Didn’t I make myself clear? You’re no longer part of this class.”

“But the academy rules don’t say that teachers can expel students from their classes...”

“Oh, so now you’re concerned about academy rules?” Hecatia sneered. “Do you think it would be better if I reported your actions to the Student Council?”

“...” Tyril fell silent for a moment before reluctantly bowing to Hecatia and leaving the grounds.

“Alright, forget about him. Litte, let’s continue training.”