What lay behind the door was a very spacious and neat teaching space.

  It was decorated with souvenirs of a long distant past.

  Items ranging from antique weaponry and fell trophies of nightmare creatures of a diverse background.

  Strangely enough, those effects were able to harmonize very easily with the many assorted fashionable gowns.

  It’s a very strange contrast between the beautiful and beastly.

  Considering who the space belonged to, I suppose it’s not too surprising.

  “I have to say, it's oddly poetic.”

  …

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  “I’m glad someone else can appreciate the artistic dichotomy I’ve spent my precious time curating.”

  A distinctly feminine voice caressed the room.

  Startled by the sudden appearance, Mahito stumbled back: catching himself before hw tumbled to the floor.

  Following that action, he gazed at the source of the voice.

  ‘There she was’

  There’s one crucial piece of information that Mahito forgot to recount around the tales of professor Elaina.

  Her prestige and infamy didn’t only stem from her strict teaching method.

  The stories of her in the prime era of her awakened career was that in which one would only believe in fanciful tales out of a story book.

  But her tales are no fantasy or anything of the sort.

  Plethora a Great Devil, and even a Great Tyrant fell to her under certain conditions.

  Her true name was very ironic in a sense.

  The infamy of the White Gaze is simply the perspective of Elaina’s struggles as an awakened before her retirement.

  That is who stands before Mahito on this day.