Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 88:Mentorship [2]

My brain was too fogged up and tired to even try to comprehend what Evangel was doing.

Why wasn’t she claiming her victory and taking the reward!?

At this point, Professor Snape began to slowly shift his gaze up, scanning everyone’s legs with his eyes.

Even though I still couldn’t see his expression, his trembling legs told me enough.

To be fair, if I was a teacher in his situation, I’d be pissed off as well.

Even if Evangel didn’t step forward now, Professor Snape would look up soon enough and realize she was the winner anyway.

So, why was she standing still!?

Where was the smart, ambitious, and intelligent Evangel I had read about in the book?

Why was she doing this?

Countless questions flooded my brain, but no answers appeared, causing a headache to take shape within.

Giving up on trying to understand her actions, I grabbed her shoulder and stepped forward, dragging her behind me.

Surprisingly, she didn’t resist, simply allowing herself to be lugged forward, and her arm went completely limp, succumbing to the grip of my palm.

Like a boxing referee announcing the winner of a fight, I raised her arm, which had been glowing blue during my use of elemental sight.

Then, in a loud and assertive voice, I looked at Professor Snape and announced.

"Our team found it."

Immediately, Professor Snape’s head flicked up from the ground to me, revealing a somewhat annoyed expression, and his back straightened.

Around us, students immediately began whispering to each other.

"Did they actually find it!?"

"No, you idiot. No one else stepped up to claim the win, so they did...DAMN IT, I SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT"

"What a bunch of frauds, trying to take someone else’s victory because of selfishness."

" *TSK* Professor Snape will tell them off, won’t he?"

Gazing at Evangel’s raised arm with his eyebrows raised, Professor Snape stayed silent for a moment before speaking, attracting everyone’s attention.

"Congratulations, you found one.. of the hundreds of particles I hid."

Surprisingly, Professor Snape didn’t seem that angry as he simply fake-applauded for us, ignoring every student’s surprised expression, and continued in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Your reward is immediate acceptance to the Imperial Class A. Congrats, you two will be stuck with me for the rest of the year."

As Professor Snape turned around and walked away, tens of whispers immediately sounded while everyone gazed at our backs.

"Did...they really win? Did their bluff work!?"

"The princess and prince didn’t win!?"

"Damn...I told you this was a game of luck. They probably just found it floating around somewhere by pure chance."

"Yeah, right, this elemental sight thing is bullshit, just a disguise for luck."

"Who even are they?"

Hearing dozens of unknown voices echo throughout my ears and worsen my headache, I instinctively turned to my side to hide my face.

But, when I did, Evangel was there, facing me and immediatly making eye contact.

For a mere second, I saw her normally frozen and motionless snow-white pupils dethaw and race around her eyelids.

Then, in a softer voice than usual, she opened her mouth and said.

"You do care."

All the sounds around me disappeared as she spoke her words, making it feel like it was just me and her.

Pausing, I copied her, tilting my head confusedly, and asked.

"Care about what?"

Seeing no response from Evangel and her expression returning to emotionless, I sighed and continued.

"Anyway, look what you did. You just gave me a free spot in the Imperial class. Aren’t you angry?"

However, before Evangel could respond, I suddenly felt someone’s arm grip my right shoulder and pull backward.

"What was that about ’not trying’ ?"

Before I could answer, another pressure gripped my left shoulder, dragging me in the other direction.

"Oh, so you were ’relaxing’ during the competition, right?"

It felt as if I were a game of tug of war, being pulled in both directions simaltenously.

Swiping the hands off my shoulder, I turned around, facing Mira and Zeke, and pointed behind.

"It was all he-"

Pausing mid-sentence, I looked backward, only to see Evangel gone.

Patting me on the shoulder, Zeke walked past me and said.

"Yeah, yeah, pack it up. Next class starts in two minutes."

"...there’s another class...?"

Currently, I was exhausted to the point where I could quite literally fall asleep while standing...but now I had another class!?

Sighing, I turned to Mira, hoping Zeke was joking, but she simply nodded her head and pointed to the exit of the rainforest.

"..."

Walking side-by-side with Mira, I endured countless questions about elemental sight, trying to pit maneuver them every time without giving an answer.

"How did you find the mana?"

"I told you I didn’t find it; Eva-, the other girl found it."

"Then, how did she find it?"

"I have no idea."

"Aren’t you on her team, though? Shouldn’t you know?"

"We formed a team after she found the particle..."

"...so you’re telling me she found the particle and then decided to make a team with you for no reason whatsoever?"

"If you must know, my negotiation skills are quite good."

"What were you doing atop the covering on the first floor, then?"

"I was looking for the particle."

"Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t your ’partner’ considerably above you at that moment?"

"You saw that?"

"Answer the question."

"Yes, she was. The particle was on the rainforest floor, and she found it right above me, which was why I was on the covering, trying to speak and convince her."

"Why did you tell us you hadn’t won then?"

"At that point, I hadn’t; she only agreed to let me join a team with her after."

"If she found the particle on the rainforest floor, and then Snape’s voice echoed, why did she go down to the first floor to talk to you instead of going to the Professor?"

"I don’t know; why don’t you go ask her?"

"I will. Also, why did you guys take so l-"

Speeding up and sliding open the door to prevent any further questions, I walked into our next classroom, ignoring the countless agitated and passive-aggressive gazes on me.