And this teacher—why was she interested in her?
Aurora had been observing this particular teacher for a while because something about her felt off.
She usually wore a stoic expression around other students. Sure, she smiled from time to time, but it was rare—never quite reaching her eyes.
Compared to the omega female lead in this book, Rose Sallow, this teacher was different.
Rose never smiled, not even around her students or friends.
She was like solid ice—cold, untouchable. And maybe that exact kind of allure was the reason Hyacinth had become so obsessed with her.
And the woman approaching her in high heels—Aurora still didn't know her name.
No matter how much she tried to eavesdrop on other students, no one ever mentioned it.
Her name never reached Aurora's ears.
Even the main characters Hyacinth, Sora, and Soren—seemed to ignore this person completely.
Was it because of the plotline?
Or was there something else going on entirely?
Could she be that person?
Freya stood directly in front of Aurora, the corners of her lips curved in a polite smile that never quite reached her eyes.
She studied the seemingly clueless girl before her, trying to read even the smallest reaction—but Aurora's expression gave nothing away.
Blank.
Then, slowly, Freya's expression shifted. Her eyelids lowered slightly, her posture grew more composed, and the faint smile faded from her lips.
The usual calm she carried gave way to something quieter, more serious
Every time Freya looked someone in the eyes like this, they would usually give themselves away—through a flicker of hesitation, a shift in posture, or some unconscious gesture. She didn't need to read their minds; their body language spoke volumes.
But this person… this student, who she'd always assumed was a bit slow, especially from the way she behaved around others—always spacing out, seeming lost in her own world.
She came off as someone who didn't pay attention, who was easily distracted, maybe even a little airheaded. That's why Freya had labeled her as clueless.
Yet now, watching her closely, Freya noticed something different. Aurora seemed detached from her surroundings, yes—but it was deliberate. She knew how to play her part, how to blend in just enough while keeping a distance from everything and everyone around her.
Interesting. It seemed she had underestimated her.
Aurora felt a sudden chill run down her spine.
"Ma'am?" she murmured.
She lowered her gaze to the floor, tilting her head just enough to avoid showing her face. From her angle, all she could see were the woman's heels—polished and steady, standing directly in front of her.
Freya looked at the person in front of her, and the smile slowly returned to her face.
"Who are you?"
Aurora froze in place, her voice weak as she replied,
"My parents told me I shouldn't share personal information with strangers."
Freya: …
Her smile froze for a moment.
Did this person really forget that I've already taught her several times?
"Haven't we met several times before?"
Aurora: "That doesn't mean we know each other well."
Freya was stunned for a moment before responding sharply, her tone laced with quiet pressure.
She realized—this person in front of her was toying with her.
And she didn't even bother to hide it—that only made Freya more frustrated.
"You've already forgotten who taught you basic common sense? Is this how you repay your mother?"
Aurora shamelessly shrugs and says, "All my life, I've only known having fathers—nothing else."
Honestly, she didn't even know why she was doing this—maybe because it was fun seeing the usually composed teacher get visibly annoyed. There was something bold, almost thrilling, about provoking someone who looked like they'd never lost their temper in their life.
Childish? Please. This was exactly how Hyacinth acted—she'd just learned from the best.
Freya rolled her eyes. "Aurora Perish."
Aurora simply smiled. "Yes, ma'am."
How did she know my name, though? Aurora was confused.
Freya, as if reading her mind, said calmly, "It was your student ID."
Aurora nodded to herself. Makes sense. I wear that all the time at school—like any normal student would.
"So… why did you call me here, ma'am?"
Aurora looked at Freya with a questioning gaze. Freya rested her chin in her hand, lost in thought.
Seriously? She called me for nothing?? Aurora thought, her instincts flaring.
She sensed danger from the woman in front of her—but unfortunately, she couldn't just avoid her.
Freya was her teacher. Still, why was she thinking for so long?
Then Freya looked up and grinned. "Come with me."
Immediately, Aurora spun around and bolted—but before she could get far, Freya grabbed the back of her oversized hoodie.
"Why are you running?" Freya asked, raising an eyebrow.
Tch.
Aurora clicked her tongue. I knew I shouldn't have worn baggy clothes… easy to grab.
Aurora crossed her arms in protest. "This is child abduction, ma'am. You should think twice!"
Freya rolled her eyes, then casually pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of Aurora while still holding her by the back of her hoodie.
The camera flash went off, causing Aurora to flinch and shield her eyes with her arm.
"I wonder what your parents would think if I sent them this," Freya said with a sly smile. "I do have their number."
She emphasized the words parents and number with deliberate weight.
Aurora immediately went quiet.
Freya smiled as she held the gray blue cat, gently gripping it by the middle with its tail hanging down.
Meanwhile, Aurora rested her paw against her cheek, realizing just how strong this woman was—she could carry her around like a sling bag without breaking a sweat.
Aurora had always thought she was tall enough, but standing in front of Freya made her feel tiny. This woman was like a titan.
The human and the little cat walked down the hallway—well, technically, Freya walked while effortlessly carrying the cat, also known as Aurora, as if she weighed nothing at all.
Aurora furrowed her brows. "Are you an Alpha!?" Her relaxed state vanished the moment the realization hit her.
But the woman in question only smiled, her expression practically saying, What do you think?
Aurora gasped. She immediately began squirming in Freya's arms, scratching at the hand holding her, but the woman was far too strong.
Aurora was still undifferentiated—like a kitten struggling in the grasp of a full grown tiger.
She couldn't break free. Frantically looking around, she spotted a railing up ahead.
Sensing Aurora's intention, Freya casually shifted her position, moving farther away from the edge.
Aurora, or rather the cat version of her, slumped in defeat, her soul practically leaving her body.
(Cat lost it's soul jpg.)
Freya couldn't help but smile secretly while watching the cat she was holding.
It was amusing how quickly she had jumped to that conclusion.
They entered a private room, which was literally just across from the one where they had been resting.
Aurora: "? ? ?"
She covered her face with both of her paws, completely confused and flustered.
She glared at the person holding her, but as a mature adult, she quickly calmed herself down.
What is this woman up to? she thought, trying to figure out her intentions.
When they entered the private room, it looked no different from the one she and the others were staying in.
Before stepping inside, she had even heard Sora laughing from somewhere nearby.
The moment they entered, Freya casually dropped her onto the floor right in front of the door—she didn't even bother placing her gently on the chair.
Aurora brushed off her pants, stood up, and made herself comfortable at the table, helping herself to the snacks Freya had been about to grab.
Aurora grabbed the snack from Freya right in front of her and shoved it into her mouth. With a loud smack, she chewed it heartily, completely unbothered.
Freya: …
Aurora raised an eyebrow and let out a small burp. "Whatchu want?" she asked while still chewing, her tone casual and unfiltered.
It was a stark contrast to how she usually acted around others—especially the main characters.
She normally kept herself disciplined in front of outsiders, but at home, she was just a lazy bum.
Or maybe she simply didn't care about the person in front of her.
Either way, it didn't matter.
It's not like she was trying to act cool because the main characters were stunning. Sure, they looked decent—but in Aurora's eyes, they were still just a bunch of kids.
Isn't like she's aura farming or anything.
Freya sighed. She hadn't expected this student to behave like that… Young people were really strange..
Getting straight to the point, Freya didn't like small talk, and neither did Aurora.
"I want to know where Professor Rose Sallow is."
Aurora raised an eyebrow.
Oh? A fellow male lead? Or maybe a minor villain? There was no way a major villain would ask something so basic—they'd already know the answer.
Then again, maybe the person in front of her was just testing her.
She grabbed another snack and chewed it slowly.
Fortunately, the snacks her teacher brought were just fruit, so she didn't have to worry about overeating.
"I don't know who Rose Sallow is," Aurora said flatly.
Freya stared at her for a long moment. She couldn't read this girl's thoughts—not even a hint.
All she heard was silence when she tried. And yet, when she looked into those downturned, grayish eyes… she didn't know why, but she found herself captivated.
There was something about them that made her want to keep staring.
Aurora suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
Is it just cold in here, or why do I have goosebumps all over my body?
holding her chin with one paw and shifting her gaze away from Freya.
Those eyes were beautiful… but also incredibly unsettling.
She wasn't sure what she was feeling—just that it made her uncomfortable.
But at the same time, she felt oddly comfortable under that gaze—like being watched by someone familiar, even if their eyes were unsettling.
Aurora shook her head. If she had known this person in her past life, she would've remembered her—especially with a face like that.
Even with her memories scattered, that kind of beauty was hard to forget.
It was different from the rest. She didn't know why, but she found this woman even more beautiful than the main characters… maybe it was because she was older?
Perhaps Aurora just had a thing for older women—rose tinted glasses and all.
But this woman wasn't truly older than her in terms of mental age, just physically in this body.
So why did she still feel drawn to her?
Hmm… maybe she just had a deep appreciation for beauty.
Aurora nodded in satisfaction, pleased with the answer she'd come up with on her own.
Suddenly, three light taps on the table caught Aurora's attention. She checked the clock and realized it was getting late—Hyacinth and the others were probably out looking for her by now.
As she stood up and told Freya she was leaving, she grabbed another snack, forgetting it wasn't hers in the first place.
Since the person didn't say anything, she simply opened the door.
Freya spoke in a soft but clear voice, "Be careful."
Aurora closed the door behind her, standing there for a moment, clearly hearing those words.
Seriously? That's all she was going to say before Aurora left? No proper explanation? Nothing?
What kind of person was she, really?
But those words clearly struck her. She was glad she had taken notes about the events and plot of the novel.
For some unknown reason, her memory, once short and forgetful like a bird's—was much better in this life.
She could still remember the exact words she had written in that notebook.
However, even though her memory had improved, she still couldn't recall the names of the major villains.
And that was the worst part of all—the one thing every transmigrator needed to know was the names of the major villains.
Yet no matter how hard Aurora tried to remember them, she simply couldn't. Eventually, she gave up.
From then on, she decided to write down every piece of information she could still recall, both from her own memories and the original body's—in her notepad.
When that person said those words to her, she began thinking about what had happened in this timeline.
She checked her phone and just stared at it blankly.
Then she cursed the author out loud—because the author hadn't revealed the date or time during one of the most crucial parts of the plot.
How was she supposed to figure things out now?
She wasn't a prophet who could see the future.
Aurora sighed.
She had already died once anyway.
It is what it is.
If she ever saw the author, she would strangle her in broad daylight.
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TheBald (Author): Trying to pull 2k words per chapter, and thank you for reading my first novel :0