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Penny never imagined that she would be caught 'red handed' like this by Emilia. Just what kind of impression would her princess now have of their club, and even Penny herself?
Although she could mention that they were fighting for Emilia, and that these heathens had been caught besmirching her, Penny didn't want to mention such a thing in front of her princess.
Sure, it would probably make her more sympathetic towards them, but wasn't the whole point of their club to protect and cherish her? How could they let her know she was being insulted like this, just to save their own hide?
Seeing her remain silent, Emilia instructed Dixie to lock the door shut while she questioned some of the other students.
Despite Penny's reluctance to mention the matter herself, Emilia had already gotten the gist of it within a few minutes. After all, it was impossible to actually keep it a secret when so many of them knew about it.
Emilia felt like she was having a migraine as she leaned against the teacher's desk, wondering how she should handle this whole thing.
Since most teachers arrived only a few minutes before class, or even right on the clock, she had about twenty to twenty five minutes to deal with things before it got out of her hands.
There was no doubt that she would be considered 'involved' in this matter, or even the one who 'caused' it in the first place. And although this could be handled as a small matter in the school, it also had the potential to blow up in her face if exposed to the public. historical
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Emilia was still thinking of a solution, the rest of the students stared at each other in silence.
'Head of the Disciplinary Committee' was a title that they had thought was just given to Emilia for show, but apparently, the girl intended to make use of it here. And they would be getting a 'demonstration' of her work first hand.
The class B students felt like they had been locked in a cage with a tiger. This girl not only held a position of power over them, she was already set to be hostile when dealing with this matter, since they had been insulting her, after all. How could she remain neutral?
They knew they would be getting treated 'unfairly'. But that was to be expected, since her unreasonable behavior was one of the reasons they hated her in the first place.
If she had really walked in alone before the whole brawling fiasco, they might have even considered beating her up, consequences be damned. But these bunch of lunatics were already too much for them to handle, not to mention anything else.
At this moment, Emilia seemed to have finally made up her mind, and clapped her hands lightly with a smile. "Alright, you guys form a line, and come to me one by one."
Looking at her being so calmly seated on their teacher's desk, tapping her pen against a notebook, the class B students looked at each other, perplexed. Just what was she planning to do?
Their questions were answered when a reluctant Penny arrived in front of Emilia, and had her ID card confiscated, and received a thorough scolding till both her ears and eyes were red.
"I understand that you're passionate about certain things, and wish to do your best, but you must also keep in mind that your intentions do not always justify all actions! I'll explain this to you in more detail later, so you're not allowed to leave school before me today, understand?"
Penny's eyes went wide. "Eh?"
Emilia tapped the table with her pen, smiling gently at the petite blonde. "I'm telling you to wait for me after class, do you understand?"
The girl nodded frantically. "I understand!"
And just like that, all her grievances had vanished. She was being rewarded with a personal meeting with her princess, in private!
As Emilia hadn't mentioned any particular order the students must come to her in, her 'fan club' of course made up most of those who went first, with class B students lingering behind in fear.
Even as they all had their student IDs taken away, however, they all came back feeling rewarded, having received an allotted time slot to meet her over the next few days.
"Alright, since you guys are done, everyone who is not a part of class B please go back to your own class!"
Some of them couldn't help but give her a reluctant look. "Um, I don't think it's safe to leave you with these—"
Emilia rolled her eyes. "Would you like your punishment increased?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm'Is 'Yes please' the wrong thing to say here?'
Thankfully, they still had enough sense remaining to know what not to say at what time, and reluctantly made their way out of the class.
Of course, forget about going to their own rooms, most remained close by the door along with Penny, just in case something went wrong inside.
"I saw Princess up close for the first time! She's so much cuter than on TV!"
"Kyaa! A personal meeting, ahh~ I wonder what we'll talk about!"
"Idiot, it's not a date, don't get too hopeful. She'll probably scold you more, but one on one. Fufu…"
"Why do you look so happy?"
"Well, it's true that good deeds don't go unrewarded!"
Meanwhile, back in the classroom, the remaining students stared at each other in silence, none of them daring to be the one to go forward first.
Although they clearly had a numbers advantage now, their head had already long since cooled down enough to realize they couldn't afford to touch this girl.
Not to mention that Dixie was guarding her so vigilantly, and they had already seen her strength when she had pulled some of them apart when stopping the fight, so even if they tried to get a hit in, they might be the ones to suffer instead.
"I don't have all day to waste, who's roll number one?"