A/N: Crap I mess up bit! I posted before short story episode 6 even though it should be 5!!!!
Hi everyone! I kinda mess up a bit, before I posted a short story which I put as episode 6 instead of 5.
Well yeah sorry about that. So continuing from that here is Episode 6 of the short stories for you!
And just want to tell as well the Rewrite version of chapter 6-8 is already been posted. So check that out.
Lastly Chapter 9 rewrite is posted along with this chapter enjoy!
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Kiana and Noah stood at the gates of Saint Freya Academy, glancing up at the building with a mix of curiosity and nerves. After asking around and digging up some details, they discovered this academy was affiliated with Schicksal. That meant there was a good chance they could send a message to Theresa.
The front of the academy was chaotic, reporters swarming around the gates while the security team held them back. Slipping past the commotion, the two entered the security office. Behind the front desk, a pair of guards glanced up as they approached.
"Can I help you?" one of them asked politely.
Kiana hesitated. Her mouth opened, but her voice caught. The words stuck in her throat.
Noah gently reached out and took her hand. Kiana turned to him, her nervousness easing just a little at the reassuring smile on his face.
He stepped forward. "We'd like to request a message be passed to Miss Theresa Apocalypse. Her relative, Kiana, wishes to speak with her."
The guard's expression sharpened with curiosity. She looked Kiana over, eyes narrowing slightly. She nudged her colleague, whispering something under her breath. They both studied the girl more carefully—white hair, blue eyes, that familiar stubborn glint.
"Please wait here a moment," the guard finally said, then disappeared into the back.
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In her office on the second floor, Theresa had her head planted on her desk.
The news of her idol identity had exploded across media networks, and now the academy courtyard was a battlefield of camera flashes and shouted questions.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her misery.
"Come in," she groaned.
The door opened, and Himeko stepped in with a cup of coffee and a look of barely contained amusement.
"Oh good," Theresa muttered. "Please tell me you've come to save me from this circus."
Himeko handed over the coffee and sat down, smirking. "Not unless you count caffeine as salvation. You really did it this time, Principal."
Theresa groaned into her drink. "I knew I shouldn't have worn that outfit... it was just one charity event!"
Himeko chuckled. "A charity event that got broadcast to millions. You went viral. Honestly, it's impressive."
Theresa glared at her. "I'm glad one of us is amused."
"Well, I have to be," Himeko said with a grin. "Because if I'm not, I might just cry from secondhand embarrassment."
Theresa dropped her forehead to the desk with a loud thunk. "Please tell me this day can't get worse."
Himeko arched a brow. "Actually... you might want to sit up for this next part."
She took a sip of her coffee and casually said, "Also, someone showed up claiming to be your relative."
Theresa raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Please. Another fan with creative excuses? I highly doubt it."
But Himeko didn't budge. With a flat look, she pulled out a tablet and placed it on the desk in front of Theresa. "Just look."
The moment Theresa saw the image on the screen, her breath hitched. Her posture snapped upright.
"Kiana..." she whispered, eyes wide.
Himeko blinked. "Wait—that's her name? That's actually the name she gave."
Theresa looked at her with sudden urgency. "She's Cecilia's daughter. My niece."
The panic in her voice was instant. "Where is she? Himeko—where is she now?"
Himeko gestured toward the entrance. "Security office. She and a boy came to—"
But Theresa was already gone, the office door swinging open behind her.
With a long sigh, Himeko stood up and followed after her at a brisk pace. "So much for a quiet cup of coffee."