My Multisystem In Isekai

If it was his previous world, there would have been a row of individuals waiting in line to help him out of his dilemmas just because he belonged to a powerful family but here not a single individual took the initiative to do that.

When he entered the so-called classroom that was even bigger than four or five football fields combined, he truly came to know what true grandeur actually was. The material was sturdy enough to hold such a mammoth of a construction and yet looked more glossy and elegant compared to the finest stone from his previous life.

The intricate brocade designs on the walls were more fashionable than the best interior designs that he had seen on the internet. It was no doubt the courtesy of magic. Otherwise, it would have been completely impossible to perfectly produce such a finish.

The classroom consisted of a huge hall with a high ceiling. The seating tables for the students were arranged in a semicircle with an increasing trend of elevation from the front towards the back.

In front of the semicircular arrangement laid a sole desk facing towards the other tables, presumably left vacant for the teacher.

Zavier kept his head down and moved towards the back of the hall. His designated seat was towards the rear of the first column. Sitting in the corner might have helped the previous owner hide his insignificant presence somewhat. But Zavier did not need to do that at all, he just wanted to keep a low profile to not reveal as much of his strength.

Sitting side by side with him on the same table was a fair maiden with reddish hair, golden eyes and a figure so perfect that even angels would have had to envy her. This angelic beauty was named Alissa and was Zavier's desk mate.

Being the only other waste in this class of mages, she was quite happy to have a friend in Zavier who had the same problems as her.

It was to each other that they poured their hearts out when either of them was bullied due to their weakness. In each other did they find the respite that they so desperately seeked when they felt out of breath and helpless. Therefore, this fateful friendship had always felt natural to the both of them.

Before he could even sit, Alissa was happily chattering on with him as the target of the monologue.

"Hey, how have you been? I heard you got bullied by that huge donkey again. Did he hurt you? Or did he want money again?"

The barrage of questions stunned him initially but he could feel the concern of the kind hearted girl in those words. He could feel the urgency and the care imbued in those words and that gave Zavier the feeling of a slight belonging in this foreign world.

Her status slightly elevated in his eyes just based on this little concern that she showed for him. It was the first time for him in this world,being treated like that.

As such he waved his hands in front of him indicating that he wasn't hurt.

"No…no, I am not hurt at all. I gave him some money and that was that."

"That's good then."

From then on the conversation took a turn towards the pleasant. Both of them enjoyed talking to each other all the while forgetting about the others in the same class.

Only the irritable ringing of the bell that indicated the start of the class was able to bring them out of their reverie.

With the ringing of the bell, the teacher walked into the class as if she had been waiting in the hall for the signal of the bell, otherwise there was no way in hell that someone could have been that punctual.

To Zavier's surprise, the teacher that he was expecting did not show up. Instead of the middle aged and slightly older Miss Mary, the teacher that had arrived was none other than his aunt Valarie.

She walked in with her head raised high, her hips swaying from side to side, her hands holding a bundle of files supporting her heavy chest as she walked, and her dark ponytail bobbing up and down trailing behind her. She looked incomparably elegant yet unknowingly charming in that get up coupled with her seductive gait, so some of the kids in class took her for granted.

They were busy cheering for the beautiful teacher that had come to teach them instead of their old Miss Mary. Just her figure as she walked in was enough to leave an enchantment on the adolescent boys in the class so they couldn't help but make noise to show their excitement at her arrival.

Valerie on the other hand seemed used to such reception. She had become an expert at controlling such situations since she had been a teacher for some time now. There were some tricks that one learnt only with experience.

She put the burden of the files in her hand on the teacher's desk, adjusted her clothes and took out a chalk from within the table drawer.

The boys in the class had yet to calm down. Valarie took a deep breath and looked for the one kid who was causing the most trouble. After she had chosen her target, her hand flashed a dim black light and the chalk in her hand flew out like a beam and hit that kid straight on his head which knocked the breath out of him. It even left him a red bulging lump to show for it.

As soon as his hysteric shriek resounded in the classroom, there came a silence that no one was willing to break.

Valerie was used to this silence that pervaded after she used her method of killing a monkey to warn the rest.

This was the result that she intended to achieve. When the learning environment was free from other distractions, she started the class as routine and taught them the theory regarding various basic and low-level magic skills and how even the slightest deviation from the original method could bring about a totally different result.