Transmigrated With A Resolution System

"Who?!" She questioned with a raise of her brows.

,m Bam!

The door flew open with a slam, the wall covered in a yellow aura that spread and branched around until it covered the whole area.

Fae took a step back, closer to Mr. Gaviel in fear of the strange people who had intruded on their academy.

The aura that reeked off them was overwhelming.

Two men with identical pristine white hair and sharp, well-kept, creased black suits. Both had on similar wingtip shoes, with black socks and gold rolled handkerchiefs in their pockets.

A shiver ran down her spine as she saw a yellow glow gleam toned down by the black shades they wore.

"Sir, what's..."

She was cut off by Mr. Gaviel making a hushed sign. Shaking his head and signaling she maintains her cool while he gives up Neider's body.

'Sir, no!' She had wanted to tell as she watched him arrange the neckline of Mrs. Neider's black satin dress.

With a kiss on her forehead, he forced a smile and replied coldly. "I know she will be handled with care."

Fae noticed a brief change in his countenance as he tried to keep his composure.

Narrowing her eyes, she let out a sigh, confident he was merely only lying to himself.

Whatever they had planned on doing with her body would be far from being pleasant.

"No!" Fae's lips opened up, to the shock of Mr. Gaviel and even to herself.

The two mysterious males raised their heads to her defiance to keep to her place.

Her hands began to tremble on their own accord and so did her breathing quicken.

"Please, no!" Mr. Gaviel fell facedown, bowing before them, "she's just a student who doesn't know right from wrong."

'Right from wrong?!' Fae raged, gritting her teeth, knowing he was merely exaggerating to get on the good side of these two.

"Is that so Miss Fae?" One of the males spoke, his voice deep and hoarse.

Fae trembled at their knowledge of her. If they knew her name, what else could they have known?

Nodding her head to the question directed at her, she could only think of why her teacher had suddenly become so respectful in their presence.

Whatever was happening, she would need to handle things with caution and immediately report all that she had witnessed to Lumina.

The foes they are up against weren't what they had expected. If this was an underling, there was no telling what the master was like.

Something felt strange about these two, it almost felt like she knew the silent one.

At that moment, her eyes widened as her brain did a quick match on the distinctive little mole on the right corner of his cheekbone.

"Ia–"

In the blink of an eye, he handheld her face, slamming her down with a great force.

Coughing out blood, her eyes doubled in size by the great speed that overwhelmed her, not giving her enough room to react, she was thrown to the far end of the classroom.

Thud!

Her body dropped on a table, destroying it immediately. She tried to move, but it felt like all the bones in her body were broken, her breathing was strained as she tried to take in air.

"Forgive her, please!" Mr. Gaviel cried out, afraid of what they could do once she became their target.

"Here's her body, just take it. I have no objections whatsoever." He tried to draw their attention away from Fae.

'No, don't! You don't understand what they could do with the body?' Fae had wanted to defy the pain she felt in her jaw, but words didn't escape.

Stray tears trailed down her face as she recalled who had resurfaced. It was in these moments she wished she possessed teleportation.

'They would turn her to a–' her line of thought was cut short as she coughed out more blood.

Her trembling hands touched her side, it felt cold and throbbing. Bringing her hands back up, she hissed at the pain that shot up to her arm.

'Blood?!' She was on the verge of crying, her hand placed on the thin piece of wood lodged in her side.

This wasn't how she wanted her end to be, nor had she gotten the chance to tell Lumina what she had witnessed.

Sweat dripping, Mr. Gaviel wished they would leave soon so he could attend to Fae.

A groan could be heard from where Fae had been flung to.

"Fae!" Mr. Gaviel felt uneasy, unable to verify the extent of the damage she had sustained.

The two males gave a nod to each other. The second male used his ability to pull Mrs. Neider's body towards him.

"You have been let off this time," they said in unison. "The master wouldn't be so lenient next time."

Taking a gulp, he nodded his head, reaching to pick up his glasses, to his dismay the first male raised his feet and brought them down with great speed on his glasses before his hand could get to them.

'Curse you all!' Mr. Gaviel hissed in his thoughts as he witnessed the shards of his glasses get stuck to the sole of the first male's shoe.

Pulling it out, he flung it in the direction of Mr. Gaviel in a quick movement.

Barely dodging by the hair, it merely scraped a part of his cheek.

Blood trailed down his chin from the cut.

"If you think that you had dodged that, then you're mistaken." The first taunted him, shaking his head.

Even though he hated to admit it, he understood that they were correct about what had transpired, even though he doubted it was almost easy to dodge a throw with the initiator's quick movements.

His legs were itching to run towards Fae. If he could at least save someone, he would be able to atone for his sins.

'Leave! Why don't you leave?!' He questioned his thoughts in irritation.

"Mr. Gaviel..." The second spoke, looking to his side and to where Fae laid, probably unconscious.