Secret Love Affair between a Former Saint and a Dark Hero - Chapter 71
“Yes. My memorization isn’t as exceptional as Arcanda’s, and my comprehension skill isn’t as good either. But I don’t think I’m as stupid as you seem to be implying, so please, lower your standards.”
Personalized education, that’s what Iora was saying.
She spoke calmly, but her teacher seemed to interpret it as an insult, clenching his fist and trembling. Still, he was a gentleman compared to her father.
Before he could explode, Iora continued. “Sir, am I competing with Arcanda in knowledge and academics?”
“Of course, aren’t you?!”
“That’s strange, sir.”
“What do you mean?”
“Since when have I been competing with Arcanda?”
“….”
“When did I start? Are the conditions for becoming a saint being the best in academics and knowledge? If I fall behind, does it mean I can’t become a saint? You don’t really think we’re in competition like everyone says, do you?”
“….”
No, there was no such thing. There has never been a case of two children being born simultaneously to receive divine prophecy, so the education of previous saint candidates must have been relatively lenient and relaxed.
Some of them may have been intelligent, and some may have been slow to understand. If all of them had been intelligent, then there would never have been saints who were historically celebrated specifically for being exceptionally intelligent.
‘Actually, I’m a saint right now, sir.’
Smiling on the inside, Iora then turned to her teacher with a twinkle in her eye and requested less homework.
Please stop putting me under this unreasonable amount of pressure. Stop comparing us. As an educator, you are doing a very poor job.
“I don’t think I have to be supremely brilliant to succeed as a saint, so there’s no reason why both of us should be held to the same standard.”
The teacher’s eyelids fluttered. He seemed to be holding back his anger.
“So, you’re saying you’re going to study less now? Ha! Now you’re coming up with all sorts of ridiculous excuses. Why are you making such absurd excuses, young lady! Did you think I would just accept that just because you said so? What insolence…!”
“I’m not saying I won’t study. I just want you to adjust it to my level.”
“…..”
“Is that such an unreasonable request? Or is it that you cannot afford even that level of consideration for me? Or perhaps, am I insufficient, and therefore not worthy of being your student, sir?”
“…What are you talking about?”
“If I were your student, you’d be considerate.”
She still remembered. The words the teacher had said. The most painful thing he had said at that time.
‘People have their place. Do you think the saying ‘know your place’ is just a casual phrase?’
Iora’s eyes began to grow cold and grim. Although they were talking nicely, she was holding back the venomous words that threatened to spill out of her.
The condescending attitude and dismissive gaze—how could he’d treat someone like that simply for not measuring up to his outrageous standards? In the past, she had let it pass, and even now, she tried to act like it didn’t matter, but the disdainful attitude was getting to her.
“It was divine prophecy that made me a candidate for sainthood. It was never about choosing between a bright child and a dull child. But you seem to think otherwise, sir.”
Iora’s sarcasm was ferocious. Her violet eyes flashed with heat.
“If we were competing academically, as you seem to think, if that were the condition for choosing a saint, then you’re saying the divine who gave the oracle their vision chose wrong by appointing a stupid girl as a candidate. Wouldn’t that be quite blasphemous, sir?”
“…..”
Back when she was Kim Jiyeon, Sol used to tell her something. Whenever Jiyeon got annoyed, she would spit out facts and have a sneer so terrifying that it made her look like a certain main character from that movie.
Seeing the thoroughly frustrated teacher, Iora cheerfully slammed the desk.
“Looks like class is over, sir. I hope to see you next class with a smile on your face.”
There probably wouldn’t be any overwhelming assignments today. The teacher stood there, glaring at her sternly before walking away. Iora exhaled with satisfaction. No homework!
Then, she turned her attention to her clueless family maid, who stood there stiff like ice. Iora snapped her fingers towards the girl. She had brought her with her to the Saint’s Mansion. In the past, she had gone alone without a retinue, but now that had changed.
‘I was foolish. I used to walk around here looking so pitiful and vulnerable.’
Why did she do such a thing? Of course, she had a personal maid, and now she would have bodyguards as well. In case of a confrontation, it was a good idea to have the upper hand, and in any case, it was a good practice to have a witness nearby when an incident occurred. That way, unfair situations could be avoided.
“What happened to what I asked for? Did you find out?”
“I did…They said he’ll arrive before anyone else’s class starts. What should we do?”
“Hmm. I guess that wasn’t entirely accurate information then. What about his carriage?”
“I think it should be here by now…Shall I take you there?”
“Alright. Let’s go. We’ll just have to wait.”
She had also told her to remove the welcoming horn as soon as possible. Iora stood up from her seat, determined.
milano0
so much fun =)
wanna see some real punishment though.