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Edelgard: The Teacher's Pet

What could the Professor want with me? What could I have done? I thought my performance has greatly improved. What more could I improve on? Unless, I’m deluding myself. What if I’m just manipulating myself into believing that I’m getting better? What if I’m just getting worse? That must be it.

I make it to his office doors, but before I can open them, I get a sense of dread, overtaking my body. I’ve promised him that I’d vastly and relentlessly work on my skill. If this is truly the case, surely, he’ll be upset with me. How could I even bring myself to face him?

No. No. This is just what comes with the territory. If I’m to hone my craft, I need to get feedback on how to do so. That’s all that this should be, right? Sure, he’ll be upset, but only to make me better. That’s it. Just remember. That’s all it is. I take a breath before opening the doors, revealing the professor sitting at his desk.

“Ah, Edelgard,” he starts, “Glad you could make it.”

“P-professor,” I greet back, trying to calm my nerves.

I step inside, standing in front of his desk.

“You’re probably wondering why I’ve called you in today.”

I don’t answer. I’m so crushed by the anticipation, I can’t formulate a coherent thought.

“Well,” he continues, “Let me refresh your memory on something first, if you don’t mind.”

Oh no. He clears his throat before quoting,

“‘Edelgard, that performance was subpar at best. I know for a fact that you can do better than that. What happened?’ And what ...

... did you say to that?”

“I-...I...” is all I can utter,

“What. Did. You. Say?”

“That...that I would do better, professor.”

“That you would do better. That come next evaluation, you’d make me forget about that mediocre display of your ability. That you’d make me proud. Well, look me in the eye, Edelgard. Does this look like the face of someone who’s proud of you?”

“N-...no, sir.”

I try fighting back the tears from his words. How could I be so foolish? Why would I think for a single second that that would’ve exceeded his expectations?

“That’s what I thought,” he says, straightening the papers on his desk, “You know what these are?”

“N-no, sir.”

“These are expultion papers. The board was invited by me personally because I thought that our last conversation on the matter was enough motivation to really bring out your potential. I wanted to treat them to the sight of what you could really do. But after that performance, my word has been tarnished. And I feel that drastic measures have to be taken. With your lack of self improvement for this long, I fail to see any reason for you to continue your attendance, not only in my class, but in this school. It pains me more than you know, but time is valuable. And if you’re intent to waste it, I’m afraid I’ll have to let you go.”

My heart immediately sinks to my stomach. My breath escapes my body. My very being feels like it’s being ripped to shreds. No. No. Please. Please tell me this isn’t real. Please tell me ...