My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 27
“For the sake of our nation, I hope everyone will strive to do their best.”
The auditorium fell silent as if stunned by her words.
“I don’t have anything else, may I conclude?”
Regina asked politely as she handed back the amplifying magic tool. Professor Gregory, who was officiating the ceremony, nodded in bewildered agreement. Having been at the academy for nearly thirty years, he had never encountered such a peculiar statement.
The audience, who was initially frozen in shock, began to murmur belatedly.
“Wow, incredible.”
“Insane. Did you hear what she said? Is she challenging us?”
“How dare a commoner be so presumptuous!”
“Acting all high and mighty just because she ranked first.”
“Some find it impressive, though.”
The responses varied clearly. While most perceived it as a provocation, inviting anger, a few appreciated her spirit. The faculty’s reactions were mixed as well.
“This student seems capable but perhaps too arrogant.”
“Why? Confidence looks good on her. If she has the ability to back it up, why not?”
“I still prefer modest talents, perhaps it’s my old-school mentality.”
“What if her intentions were not to boast?”
The gaze of the professors settled on the owner of a melodious voice, Dean Bliss. He was twirling his luxuriant red hair and unwrapping it between his fingers.
“Maybe she genuinely worries about the future of our empire?”
“At her age?”
A theology professor questioned with a hesitant tone. Other professors inwardly agreed with him.
Dean Bliss was unpredictable in both his actions and thoughts.
Despite his striking appearance, with the red-hair green eyes reminiscent of a flower, he was a master swordsman. Unlike his debauched air, he didn’t have any scandal. And most importantly, his mind was…
“There’s no rule saying such a person can’t exist, right? A child yet an adult, a commoner yet an emperor, a woman like that.”
The professors quietly exchanged looks and shook their heads subtly. Regardless, Bliss’s gaze remained fixed on one person, Regina alone.
* * *
At the same time, the current students were also watching the freshman entrance ceremony through a magic mirror. Most of them were not paying full attention, engaged in other activities, but the room buzzed with activity when the freshman representative began to speak.
“Wow, look at the confidence of our top freshman.”
“The entire ceremony is getting flipped upside down.”
“The top student just used a wide-area provocation spell.”
“Look at our cute top student. Being young really does come with confidence.”
Amidst the chatter, Fathom grabbed Darien’s shoulder, shaking him.
“Hey, isn’t that the girl we saw on our way here, carrying all that luggage?”
“It wasn’t a mistake.”
Frustrated by the unclear answer, Fathom scowled.
“Are you ignoring my question?”
“It’s Her Majesty.”
As Darien murmured while staring transfixed at the image in the magic mirror, Fathom froze.
“What did you just say…”
“Yekarna Barrett Villarperosa Lee Enfield.”
Darien spoke softly.
“Enfield’s God of Death. The woman who destroyed my homeland and made me her concubine, whose portrait is in your bedroom.”
“…That one? How can you be so sure? She looks completely different.”
After a brief silence, Fathom voiced his doubts. Shock and disbelief were mixed in his expression.
Enfield’s God of Death he remembered was a glamorous woman with hair like flames and eyes like inlaid gold. The girl in the magic mirror, with her wheat-colored hair and ordinary brown eyes, showed no trace of that woman.
“You just know when you see.”
Fathom was exasperated by the vague answer. There should be some convincing evidence to believe such claims, not just empty words.
“Have you finally lost it?”
“Do you not see it? Maybe because your connection was superficial. After all, I was her spouse, and you were just a dartboard.”
Fathom concluded that Darien had truly lost his mind. He twirled his finger by his ear, suggesting to Darien ‘are you crazy’, then gave up on the conversation.
Still, as he saw Darien continuing to gaze at the magical mirror, he felt uneasy.
Could it be true? Is that really her?
Was their relationship so insignificant that he couldn’t recognize her, according to what that punk’s words?
“Iskanda, if you’re not joking…”
“Shut up, Rupert. Don’t interrupt.”
Attempting to provoke a response by using their previous life’s names, Fathom was sharply rebuffed by Darien. He then scowled at him.
“Crazy bastard.”
Soon after, the ceremony ended, and the image on the magic mirror faded.
Fathom, who had been silent, hesitantly asked.
“Are you going to seek revenge?”
“Ah, revenge.”
As if seeing something in the now blank magic mirror, Darien responded after a beat.
“Of course, I must.”
Smiling prettily with a neat face, he sang out.
“Just as I have received, exactly the same.”
* * *
The entrance ceremony concluded.
Well, not entirely over. Since there was still the entrance banquet going on. It was mandatory for everyone. Essentially, it was an extension of the ceremony.
Sipping her drink, Regina took a casual glance around the vast banquet hall. It seemed like a setup for the freshmen to connect, but her attention was more on the lavishly prepared food than anything else.
Maybe she should try a bit of everything.
Putting camaraderie on the back burner, Regina busied herself going around tasting every dish available.
“So gluttonous… that’s why commoners are…”
“Lacking in dignity… vulgar…”
“Still, could be useful… worth recruiting…”
She barely paid any mind to such murmurs that reached her ears without even trying.
The real issue was the unexpected title of ‘valedictorian’ she had acquired. With the many sins she committed in her past life so varied, attracting this kind of attention was nothing short of a disaster. Especially when she was aiming to live inconspicuously now.
If she ended up catching the eye of someone from her past life again….
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