Chapter 40: The New Substitute Teacher

Back at home, Mel leaned against the door, calming her emotions.

Just a moment ago, she really almost had a murderous intention toward Vilnia Randell.

She had finally managed to quiet the annoying gibberish, but now it had started up again.

Mel's brows furrowed tightly.

Those whispers affected her mind, they weren't just simple noise.

Besides sounding in her ears, those voices also interfered with her thoughts without her even realizing it.

Even though they were both Red Moon Shepherds, Shepherds from the same faction weren't exactly companions.

They would unite against external threats, but when there were none, they would fight amongst themselves.

This was the law of survival among Shepherds.

Mel rubbed her temples, then stood up and walked to the table to pour herself a glass of water.

The cold liquid slid down her throat, but it couldn't extinguish the turmoil in her heart.

"!"

Suddenly, a memory inexplicably appeared in her mind, making Mel's hand tremble and almost causing her to drop the glass.

The girl put down the glass, then sat in the chair, her brows tightly furrowed as she relived the memory that had suddenly appeared.

It was the memory of the Omniscience Society fanatic she had killed in the kitchen today.

After she killed him, under the guidance of the gibberish in her ear, she had turned him into her flock.

Then, the girl gave the flock an order to escape the kitchen and return to his organization, and she erased his memory.

Throughout the entire process, the fanatic didn't know that he was actually dead, nor did he know that he had become one of Mel's herding targets.

He followed his own will and instinct, and ran all the way back to his companions, meticulously recounting everything that had happened to him.

And at the same time, he also meticulously branded everything he had seen into his brain.

Until the moment Mr. Allen came to settle the score with those guys and discovered the truth.

As the corpse was destroyed, the residual memory in the brain came to Mel's mind through the psychic link between the flock and the Shepherd, allowing her to witness everything as if she were there herself.

The internal conflict of the Omniscience Society, Mr. Allen's special method of controlling black mist, and his next plan.

Mel took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil.

“It's a shame... that he was just a regular member. There were no useful clues in his memory,” she said with a hint of regret.

The information that the lamb knew was very limited, almost like a college student who was just there to get passing grades.

“The Omniscience Society is going to speed things up now.... I wonder what they're going to do.”

The girl gently stroked the moon disc mark on the back of her right hand.

She looked so uneasy, but there was no sign of wavering in her eyes.

It was as if Mr. Allen were standing in front of her right now, she would not hesitate to rush forward and kill him.

Mel gathered her thoughts, then got up from the chair and walked into the room to get her small schoolbag.

She still had homework to do.

Tomorrow was a school day.

The next day.

Mel arrived at the classroom.

Vilnia Randell was already in her seat.

Seeing Mel come over, she waved to her.

“Good morning, Mel.”

“Good morning, Vilnia Randell.”

Mel gave a faint smile, then walked to the seat next to Vilnia Randell and sat down.

Sunlight streamed through the window at an angle, casting bright streaks of light on the desk.

The classroom was filled with the smell of chalk dust, mixed with the faint musty smell unique to old wooden desks.

Mel gently put down her schoolbag and took out her textbook, placing it on the desk.

Vilnia Randell never took her eyes off Mel, with a look of both curiosity and appreciation.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

Vilnia Randell asked softly, her tone filled with concern.

“Mmm, pretty well.”

Mel replied with a smile.

Just as Vilnia Randell was about to say something else, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

A man walked in front of everyone.

It was a man Mel had never seen before, or rather, no student in the class had ever seen.

The man was wearing a dark suit and appeared to be in his early thirties.

He had a handsome face and an elegant demeanor.

But his soul had no brilliance left.

The filth had almost consumed his soul, not allowing any glow to be emitted.

He stood on the podium, his gaze casually sweeping across every corner of the classroom, finally settling on Mel.

“Good morning, everyone.”

The man paused, then spoke.

“I'm your new teacher for this period of time. You can call me Mr. Ridel, or Teacher Ridel.”

Mel's pupils suddenly contracted.

She subconsciously looked at Vilnia Randell next to her, only to find that Vilnia Randell's body was also slightly tense.

Clearly, both of them were on their guard against this new teacher who had suddenly appeared.

“Mrs. Catherine is not feeling well, so she has taken a few days off from school. I will be in charge of your classes for the next period of time.”

Mr. Ridel's voice was gentle and magnetic.

“I hope we can get along well.”

“Shhh—”

The sound of chalk writing on the blackboard echoed in the classroom.

Mr. Ridel elegantly wrote down his name.

His movements were fluid, but they made Mel feel a chill.

“Don't be nervous.”

Vilnia Randell gently held Mel's hand.

A warm, soft touch came from her fingertips, making Mel feel a little more at ease.

And similarly, the gibberish did not appear this time.

This further confirmed Mel's guess.

“He won't do anything to us in class. Don't be afraid.”

“Now, let's begin today's lesson.”

Mr. Ridel opened the textbook and began to explain today's lesson.

Although Mel was already very familiar with this knowledge, she had to admit that his teaching style was indeed very unique.

Mr. Ridel used his unique teaching style to make boring arithmetic formulas lively and interesting.

Many students were taking notes seriously, completely unaware of the undercurrents in the classroom.

“Student Rossetti.”

Just then, Mr. Ridel on the podium suddenly looked at Mel in the corner, his gaze gentle.

“Can you answer this question for me?”

He was holding a class roster in his hand, looking as if he was randomly calling out a name.

The atmosphere in the classroom immediately became subtle.

Mel stood up, forcing herself to calm down.

She stared at the arithmetic problem on the blackboard, then clearly stated the answer.

“Very good.”

Mr. Ridel nodded with a smile.

“Your thought process is very clear. It seems that Student Rossetti is usually very diligent—please have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Mel nodded indifferently, then sat down.

“Clack clack—”

The sound of chalk tapping on the blackboard echoed in the classroom.

Mr. Ridel continued to explain the lesson, as if nothing had happened.

The class continued.

Mr. Ridel's teaching was indeed very charming.

He made boring math formulas lively and interesting, and occasionally interspersed them with humorous examples, causing the students to laugh from time to time.

“He's testing us,” Vilnia Randell's voice came softly.

“This person is definitely not simple.”

Hearing this, Mel looked at Vilnia Randell, and saw that her expression was solemn.

“Did you find something?”

Mel asked in a low voice.

“Mrs. Catherine is also one of my herding targets.”

Vilnia Randell said softly.

“But I can't feel the connection to her anymore.”

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