Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Pushing against him, he steadied his steps by leaning on the wall, rubbing his forehead as he tried to steady his double sighted vision

It all felt like a wave had hit him.

Lank simply stared, at loss for words on how to help him.

"Let me." Lumina's voice broke in the silence, stepping forward, interlocking their hands.

Slowly she led him out of the classroom. Halting in her steps momentarily, she looked back towards Lank, "please keep an eye on Gia."

"Uh... yeah. Sure." Lank nodded his head, slightly disturbed by the reference made.

"I need to leave," Lank realized, uncomfortable by the words he had remembered Ayanami had said in spite.

In a rush, he dashed past Lumina and Nix, heading straight for the infirmary.

'Please be safe.' He begged.

Lumina's attention was divided as she watched him react swiftly. Shaking her head with a sad smile, she let out a sigh as she looked over at Nix who had relaxed in her arms.

'We will go through this together.'

She had immediately recognized the confused yet dazed look in his eyes. One that was far too similar to when she had experienced the first wave of her brother's memories.

'What did you possibly see or hear that triggered this?' She wondered.

"Fae, please assist Mr. Gaviel..." She looked over to where Mr. Gaviel was, depressed and heartbroken.

"R... Right!" Fae walked awkwardly towards Mr. Gaviel, unsure of where to begin.

Without another word, she assisted Nix out and towards their dorm.

Fae's mood dropped as she wished she wasn't caught in this net. It almost felt like a constant reminder that she had no one to lean on, no significant other to worry about.

"Mr. Gaviel," she began, uncomfortable with the cool chill of death looming in the air.

Responding quickly with a jerk of his body, he raised his head to glance at who had called him.

His swollen and puffy red eyes had lost all their hope, "I never wanted this for her." He mumbled, sniffling.

He thought back to the time when he had a part in what had happened.

He had met her in a greenhouse in the city while on a mission.

He had wondered why she had her magic activated in such a place. The plants were dying at the slight contact with its petals or leaves.

Curious, he got closer to understanding why someone with such dark ability was potentially sucking up every bit of light energy present in that building.

To win her heart, he shared his similar love for plants.

Life in the organization had been purposeless, not until he met Neider.

"Oh, you're married." He remembered asking when he noticed the ring on her finger, she had always rolled the ring on her finger when she felt flustered.

He noticed that immediately after she had heard those words, a frown had made its way to get brows.

After several chances at getting to know what had made her so unhappy with the question.

She had hissed in rage as she squinted her eyes and pursed those plump lips he had grown to adore whenever she made that face.

The trust he had built with her wasn't achieved in a day or week.

Repeatedly he had visited the greenhouse after fulfilling his mission, to create as much familiarity as possible.

Only then did she open up to him about her vow to avenge her family burned by a fire rank user.

Born with magic she had considered useless to her cause– Dark void. She needed his help to get to the organization's mysterious leader, said to be a catalyst to the ability of others.

This had been what had secured his hold on the whole city and far beyond the uncivilized areas reaching towards the dragon territory.

Now that he thought more on it, the more he hated himself for being so foolish to help her get into the organization.

"She wasn't meant to die in this way." He muttered, forcing a chuckle that made him sound like he was on the verge of being deranged.

His glasses fell off the bridge of his nose and onto the floor.

Fae took a cautious step back.

Thinking over what her teacher had just said, she did a double take. "Dead or just unconscious." Her eyes glued to Mrs. Neider's pale skin, still wishing it was nothing but the cause and effect of her ability being nullified by a strange interference.

When Mr. Gaviel gave nothing order than a sad look down at Mrs. Neider still in his arm, he closed his eyes. "I wish I had your mindset, Fae."

"That's not po–" Fae's voice faded as she looked over at Mrs. Neider one more time as she observed.

There was no sign of her breathing, still and lifeless was she.

"Shocking, right?" Mr. Gaviel's voice began to break as he tried to steady his emotions.

Slowly she nodded, her eyes glued to Mrs. Neider.

"Is that why you had dismissed the class?" Fae questioned.

"I still can't believe she's gone," he said with a sigh, ignoring her question like a plague.

"She was blinded by her rage for his kind, and I had led her to her demise." He beat his chest in regret, hugging her body as he spoke.

"Sir, there might still be a way to save her. We still have time–"

"Nooo!" Mr. Gaviel yelled to stop her in her tracks.

Confused, she furrowed her brows, "you don't want to see if there's a chance of saving her?" She questioned.

"She's dead!" He spat, "there's nothing anyone can do about that."

Looking at the window, his mood dropped further, forcing him to lower his head in self loathing.

"Her ability was forcefully taken when it was dispelled." He said through gritted teeth.

"That was what happened?!" Fae's mouth gaped in shock. Looking around the class, a foreboding feeling could be felt.

She had wondered why Nix had run towards the window in a rush.

'He felt and saw something we couldn't perceive at the time.'

"Any minute now, they would come for her corpse." He said with an air of warning.