The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 116. Apollo Called Me Honest and Humble Immediately. He Is Wrong on Both Counts.
Three minutes after Apollo shook Rex’s hand, the homeroom teacher came in.
Rex had already sat down in the chair closest to the window on the left side of the semicircle. This gave him a clear view of everyone in the room without having to turn his back to a wall.
Old habits from a different life, and he chose that stop just to quietly make a list of the nine women who made up Apollo’s harem. When the door opened, a woman walked in with the kind of calm confidence that comes from knowing exactly how much power she had.
The first thing that came to mind was that she looked young. Not old enough to be a homeroom teacher at a school like this.
His second thought was that her hair was a very clear shade of deep violet.
Not dark blue, not dark purple. But it was light purple, almost the same color he had seen on Helena, Lily, and Diana, and he recalled how the academy’s headmaster had looked at him with those sharp, old eyes that didn’t match the face they belonged to.
Rex thought, ’Oh...? That’s interesting... is this another Starlight bloodline that I need to know and fuck soon enough?’
He looked at her face, her body, and her posture. She looked to be in her early forties, which is about the same age as Helena, maybe a few years older.
The bones were shaped the same way. She held herself in a similar way, but even when Helena was serious, her expressions had a certain warmth to them.
This woman, on the other hand, seemed to always be cool and detached, like someone who had spent decades measuring things and finding most of them lacking.
[ELIZABETH VON STARLIGHT DETECTED]
[AGE: 47 — TITLE: SENIOR PROFESSOR, SPECIAL HONOR DIVISION HOMEROOM INSTRUCTOR]
[DESIRE LEVEL: 0/100]
[STATUS: ELIGIBLE TARGET]
’Von Starlight,’ Rex read, and right away something made sense.
’If she were Helena’s older sister, they would share the same last name and hair, and the age difference would be close to five or six years.’
’This would explain why they look so much alike.’
’And how many Starlight bloodlines should I know...? There’s a lot...’
He put that away and kept his face blank.
Elizabeth Von Starlight put a leather folder on the desk at the front of the room and looked out at the class without making a big deal out of it. Her eyes went around the semicircle once; stopped on Rex for the same amount of time as they did on anyone else; and then she spoke.
"Good morning, everyone..."
"I’m Professor Elizabeth Von Starlight. For those of you who haven’t had a class with me before, I’ll skip the speech because you already know how I run things." Her voice was calm and steady, kind but not warm. "We have a new student with us today."
She turned to Rex. "Please come to the front, Mr. Rexilion."
Rex stood up, smoothed out his academy jacket as a habit, and walked to the front of the room. He faced the class, keeping his body relaxed, avoiding any stiffness or aggression.
He was easy to talk to—warm and approachable. The kind of person you instinctively trust.
He had done this a thousand times before. He could walk into a room full of strangers and make them feel like he was someone worth paying attention to in less than a minute.
The difference now was that he had better tools, better instincts, and a lot more on the line than just getting a room full of industry contacts to buy him drinks.
He said, "My name is Rex Rexilion," and his voice dropped to a normal, conversational level.
"I’m a reincarnator, same as some of you, though I only recently arrived in Aethelgard. I was lucky enough to be recommended by Lady Valentina for the Honor program, and I’m honestly still a little surprised about that."
He stopped and let that self-deprecating beat sink in. A few of the women in the semicircle moved a little, and he saw that some of their faces had softened.
The ones he had just quietly noted as more open to emotion were the first to respond, and of course, that was good information for him.
"I don’t know how long I’ll be here or what I’ll do, but I’ll try not to bring anyone’s grade down." He smiled a little, like he meant it. "That’s probably the best I can do."
Apollo Brightsoul was already leaning forward across the room like a golden retriever that had just seen someone new at the dog park.
"See?! That’s what I’m talking about!" he said without waiting for permission to speak. "Honest AND humble! Rex Rexilion, you’re already my favorite new student!"
’What the fuck is with that expression...? He’s exaggerating it...’
The class reacted with a ripple of laughter. Rex made a note of them.
It made sense that everyone in this room was connected to Apollo, so his approval meant something to them. They were likely to like what Apollo liked, and they were likely to trust what Apollo trusted.
That was also really helpful information.
Professor Elizabeth’s face didn’t change, but she let the moment breathe for a second before signaling for Rex to sit back down. "Thank you, Mr. Rexilion."
She turned to face the room. "Before we start today’s lesson, I’d like each of you to introduce yourselves to our new student."
"Just say your name, class, and anything else you think is important. And also... please keep it short."
She pointed to the first seat in the semicircle to Rex’s left with her head.
The woman sitting there had bright red hair that looked more like a result of her magic class than a dye job. She was sitting back in her chair with her arms crossed, and her amber eyes had been following Rex since he sat down.
She gave him a frank, unimpressed look that some people use to hide the fact that they are really interested.
"Kaelira Ignisvale," she said without getting up. "I fight, I burn things, and I never lose."
"I’m an Inferno Berserker." She looked right at Rex. "Glad you’re here, new guy."
"The class needed someone who might actually be interesting."
Someone a few seats away laughed quietly.
Next was a woman with white-blond hair that was so light it looked almost silver. She was wearing the academy uniform so perfectly that it looked like she had pressed it herself that morning.
Everyone in the room leaned in a little bit when she spoke because it was so quiet.
"Nice to meet you... My name is Mireya Snowlith, and I’m a Frost Enchantress." She paused briefly before adding, "Hi..."
That seemed to be all she had to say. She blinked once at Rex with her ice-blue eyes and then turned back to the front of the room.
[MIREYA SNOWLITH DETECTED — DESIRE LEVEL: 0/100 — ELIGIBLE TARGET]
’Huh...? This one has the notification, but the one before didn’t.’ Rex thought to himself. ’What’s going on here...? Is the red-haired woman not an eligible target for me...?’
The one after her was so full of energy that it almost shook. Short, dark hair, sharp eyes, and the stance of someone who had just won something and was still enjoying it.
Before Professor Elizabeth could even finish nodding at her, she jumped to her feet.
"Zeraphyra Voltaris! The strongest Thunder Duelist, the best practical fighter this term, and just so you know, Rex, I’ve already decided I’m going to challenge you to a duel at some point."
She grinned like a wolf. "Nothing personal, but I just want to see what you can do."
Rex said in a calm voice, "I’ll remember that."
"Glad you know what I wanted." She sat back down as if the whole thing were already over.
Rex then noticed there was no notification for her, as well. ’What’s going on here...?’
’Well... stealing all nine women is also going to be a lot of processing to do, but it seems like I know how it’s going to turn out...’
The woman who stood behind her was different in every way. Somehow softer, even though they were both in the same combat academy.
She was an Elf with light brown hair, kind eyes, and a look that made people feel warm all over the room.
She said, "Aisella Moonbloom," and she smiled at Rex in a way that made him feel like she was offering him a cup of tea.
"I’m a Divine Priestess. I mostly do support and healing work, so if you ever get hurt doing something you shouldn’t, I’m your person to reach out to." She tilted her head. "Welcome to the class."
"I hope you feel at home here."
[AISELLA MOONBLOOM DETECTED — DESIRE LEVEL: 0/100 — ELIGIBLE TARGET]
’There is it again...’
