Transmigrated With A Resolution System

'Why you little °fcg°stgk°' Mr. Gaviel thought cursing in his native tongue.

This question completely threw him off balance.

As much as he wanted a distraction, neither did he want to be tongue-tied.

"Young man watch the way you speak about the organization!" Mr. Doliu flared up, his body covered in the rising steam.

"Doliu now isn't the time." One of the teachers beside him whispered, shaking his head.

Understanding what he meant, he deactivated his magic, shaking his head at the disrespectful student.

Mr. Gaviel shook his head and facepalmed at the tough situation he found himself in. Regretting giving Arion a chance to make things more complicated.

He had all things planned in his file, all the necessary things he could say while he focused on the script.

'Yet you allowed a little brat to ruin all of that!' His thoughts deadpanned.

"Arion," he turned his attention to the student, forcing a smile while he tried to keep his emotions in check.

"Sir?" Arion dragged on his speech, enjoying the fact he had caught the teacher unawares.

These were words the other students were too conservative or afraid to speak on.

After getting away with using a forbidden spell while participating in the duel, he never feared the outcome of his actions and would willingly do so again if that was the only way he could get an upper hand–as long as the person in question didn't have a destructive wit like Lumina.

The humiliation was enough to last a lifetime, but also enough drive to push him harder to break his limit every time he trained.

"What makes you so certain that the organization engages in dirty works?" His voice was louder due to the augmentation by the speakers.

Arion had wanted to speak on that when he heard the voice of Lumina cut in.

"Only a piece of trash could be sent to do the dirty work of any organization, so watch what you say fart face." Lumina sneered, her voice booming amongst the crowd.

Her hands were folded under her bust. She had a simple off-shoulder yellow top with sunflower imprints on it, tucked into denim shorts.

Her eyes were closed and a cross popping vein on her forehead.

The budding urge to jump three heads away from where she sat was a little tempting.

Arion froze upon her words. It was pointless starting an argument with her.

Stiffly turning his head, he looked over the others to spot where her voice came from.

To his dismay, the first person he was able to lock eyes on was none other than Nix.

He had his blue eyes glowing, not saying a word, but those eyes were enough to force him to look away with immediate action.

The rest of the students stifled a laugh that they desperately wanted to let out. This wasn't the first time he would be humiliated and had expected such a display and disregard for his presence.

'I will get you one day, mark my words!' Arion vowed, lowering his head in despair.

Mr. Gaviel watched the whole thing with narrowed eyes. He couldn't blame the rest of the students as he saw the smiles on their faces.

In a bid to help them laugh without thinking of the consequences and in turn, let out the one they held back, he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Wasn't that just il'lumina'ting the st'arion' night?" He let out a chuckle at his bad joke, having referred to those in a heated conversation.

The animated sound of cricket only made things worse coupled with the deafening silence that followed.

"Moving along." Mr. Gaviel facepalmed at the awkward situation he had put himself in.

"Today marks the start of new beginnings and the end of old ones..." His voice trailed off, hurt by the memory of what he was about to say.

The students all looked on, quiet as they could be, waiting for the big news.

"It's with a sad heart that I would have to announce the death of Mrs. Neider..."

Gasp!

The collective gasp of the students stopped him from smoothly running over that news.

'As expected.' He lowered his head in despair.

Words erupted concerning what was just said.

"She's just hospitalized, right?"

"Mr. Gaviel, if this is one of your bad jokes, I could laugh this off."

Mr. Gaviel's brows twitched on that note, he hadn't realized that his jokes had never been taken well to that extent.

"She's gone and that's all you need to know!" He yelled in rage when the number of questions crowded his thoughts.

"Gaviel!" Mr. Doliu cut in, shaking his head, hoping he would calm down and think more rationally.

Mr. Gaviel looked at the shocked expression of each student.

'Did I go overboard?' Mr. Gaviel thought with a sigh. The whole day was getting a lot more disheveled than he had imagined it to be.

"I apologize," he bowed his head low, "it was uncalled for."

Silence.

"It's just... just that I rather not speak on that anymore." He forced a smile.

The zeal he had felt to announce both situations fell down the hill. If they could react to Neider's death in such a way, then he couldn't quite place how they would take Fae's seeming death.

Ahem!

He raised his head with a new resolve, "that isn't why we are here today. What I'm about to say affects the whole foundation as we know it."

"Never in the one hundred and thirty years of the school's existence has a situation such as the one that's to happen, present itself." He spoke enthusiastically.

'Never would it happen again anyways!' His thoughts were completed.

"We would be having the graduation sped up than expected." He looked down at the script he had prepared.

Opening the next chapter to read out its content.

"We have had some exceptionally good recommendations for the organization and it is with great joy..."

'Sadness!' His thoughts cut in again as he paused in his speech, almost wishing he could say those words.

"... to call out the names of those who were able to get such remarkable recommendation, specially handpicked by Mr. Zhao."