Legend of the Dragon Indosiar

class of amateur instructor

Point of view.

The other day, instructor Ernest became a presenter again in an extra class in the third semester. The speaker, instructor Ernest, was sitting at the teacher's desk. Satella's still sitting with Emili.

Classes haven't started yet.

"Hey.. Stella!" Emili.

"What?" Reply Satella, jutek.

"Because I went to UKS school right, yeah." Emili.

"Continue?" Satella with a face that looks fierce.

"The nurse said, my cheek didn't bruise a bit." Emili said, her face slightly shriveled.

"Continue?" Satella began to carve a face full of smiles due to the funny feeling she felt.

"Until now I still have pain in the cheek, but not bruising" said the nurse." Complain Emili.

"Still sick?" Satella is very caring, but she is acting again.

"Don't get my Voodoo spell again." Emili.

"Pff.. what?" Satella held back a laugh while covering her lips with her fingertips, her lips spraying as she could not help but laugh.

Satella giggles..

Satella constantly laughs at Emili's bad luck.

"What's so funny?" Emili is upset with Satella. Folded his hands while he was singing his lips.

Emili pouted, she threw her face against Satella.

Satella was relieved that she could stop her laughter.

"I'm glad the funny can go away, too." Inner Satella.

Satella breathes a sigh of relief.

"Keep me first!" Satella also pushed her dress slowly Emili, asking to be noticed.

"What!" Emili.

"There's no such thing as Voodoo!" Satella explained.

"Then what is this?" Emili sebal's.

"Here listen!" Pinta Satella's.

"It hurts, it can't be treated because there's no physical injury." Complain Emili.

"Emili stop!" Satella also put her index finger on Emili's lips to silence her.

Emili was silent, a little dumb.

"Emili look at me!" Pinta Satella's.

"....." Emili looked at Satella while she looked at her.

"Emili look at me!"

Hypnosis !!

"Your cheeks won't hurt anymore!"

Suggestions given.

"Eh?" Emili was surprised, she held her cheek.

"The pain is gone?" Emili was surprised.

Skips...

Ernest's instructor began his class. At first he introduced himself to the students in this class.

"Ahem!"

Ernest cleared his throat, hitting the table slowly with a wooden ruler.

"Please all the attention!" Instructor Ernest began.

"That Ernest had no real experience yet, look at him feeling nervous." Satella commented, whispering Emili.

"You know his name!" It was not pitched question, but Emili felt that he had been overtaken by Satella.

"We're acquaintances." Satella pitched in mockery.

Emili hissing is upset.

Satella whispers insinuation for the sake of insinuation to Emili.

"Eat him so the girl do not clamor-klemer like dong, acquaintance if brave and then talk to him." Satella makes fun of Emili, then laughs at her baby as well as the character of Emili's clergy.

"Anu.. ashamed to know!" Emili pouted, throwing her face out from before Satella with an irritated look.

Satella starts to stop bothering Emili, she listens to the instructor.

"I'm sorry for running away from my job as a speaker." Ernest only began his speech when Satella stopped making fun of Emili and focused on her solider's remarks.

There were whispers in the group of male students. Satella hits her desk with a notebook to take notes. Satella just cleared her throat, the whole class looked scared and the class went back to silence. Classes are quiet enough to facilitate the work of amateur teachers like Ernest.

Satella is not all Minerva and not an iron hand, but she is good at using her magical talent to bully people.

"Let me make amends for yesterday's mistakes. I'll be at my maximum today." Ernest.

The students did not know the name of the young instructor, after the speech he introduced his name. Ernest cleared his throat again, revealing his nervousness.

"My name is Ernest!" He also finished introducing his name to the students in this class.

Emili hissing growled.

"It's true that Satella was first acquainted, I was first." Inner Emili.

Emili who complained, her voice sounded Satella. Hearing what came out of Emili's mouth made Satella giggle softly. Satella held back the volume of her laughter so that Ernest would not feel unheard anymore.

"Thankiratin!" Satella stuck her tongue out at Emili.

An irritated Emili raised her fist as if she wanted to climb Satella's head. Emili did not dare to do it, he only dared to make the gesture want to catch. The movement of wanting to catch is only done by Emili when Satella looks ahead. Tau-tau Satella turned to look at the shocked Emili.

Instantly Emili hid her fists behind her waist and smiled at Satella.

Emili ciut against Satella.

"Why you?" Ask Satella.

"No." Emili smile.

"Style of hiding something." Satella muttered, with her cute dumb-ass face.

"Not really." Emili was smiling, putting on a face that pretended to be friendly to Satella. In his heart, Emili felt very upset with Satella to the crown.

"Any?" Satella muttered, looking back to the front.

Satella listened to the speaker.

"This time we discuss the material on how the magic turret operates." Ernest.

The instructor will start the material, the students cut. First the male student commented critically. While female students are the opposite. Ernest, who was still an amateur, breathed a long breath.

"Excuse me sir, we've been learning about how to operate a magic turret since the second year, sir!"

"Okay, please listen!" Answer Ernest.

"First, this discussion is more complex than the basic theory at the second level. Many points you have not learned before, many new knowledge."

"Second, I'm not very senior yet. My age is also still yesterday afternoon, do not call sir!" Ernest.

"Alright Ernest's instructor." Answer the student questioner just now.

Schoolgirl interrupts with less important questions.

"Sir, excuse me!" Schoolgirl girl cut.

"Yes please!" Ernest Sahut.

"How old is Mr. Ernest, uh wrong do I mean Ernest's instructor." That's the question of female students.

For a moment Ernest was nervous and wanted to shake his head. But Ernest immediately responded to the student's question by force.

"Actually I just graduated from the magic academy last year. I was originally from the Skymage magic academy of Juno city." Answer Ernest.

"That's the age of the father, uh I mean instructor Ernest is nineteen years old." Says the girl who asked that question.

"Yes right, winter will increase to twenty." Ernest said, his face stiffened so much more nervous because of the actions of some random female students.

Listening to that Satella also deliberately gave provocation to the class of girls.

"Ahem!" Satella.

Ernest turned to Satella with a tense face.

"I was also born in winter to instructor Ernest." Satella exclaimed in a flirtatious tone.

Ernest's face was flushed red due to Satella's feigning. For the reaction of the sour face of the female student camp, make Satella laugh in her heart.

"I'm sorry, please go ahead with instructor Ernest." Satella.

Ernest thuding.

"Well with this deepening of the material on how to operate the deep level turret I will continue!" Ernest.

Ernest initially attached posters depicting turret towers of magic and writings. At this time there was no projector technology, so the presentation was wearing with a picture poster and some writing. The image on the poster was drawn manually by the draftsman. Posts of presentation posters are written manually by scribes who are skilled at using drawing pens.

"All you know is just a conventional turret tower model. These are some of the other models of turret towers." Ernest said, explaining.

"His magic cannon system has different qualifications. Here's tole's separation from the crew of the magic turret operator."

Ernest continued to explain the material until it was finished. Four hours ahead and no more.

Skips...

School hallway.

The extra class is over, break time. Satella wears a forty-minute break to stay in the school cafeteria. As usual, Satella will gather with her closest friends.

Satella walks down the hall with her leisure. It was almost until he felt that someone was following him. Satella immediately slowed down her steps and it was true that someone also rebuked her greeting.

"Hi wait!" Exclaim that man.

Satella doesn't know who she is yet, but her voice is from behind. His voice sounded like a man.

Satella turned body.

"You!" Satella Sahut.

That person was Ernest.

"Wait!" Ernest followed.

Satella was waiting for Ernest who followed her to find out his purpose.

"I want to thank you for your support yesterday."

Ernest wanted to say thank you.

"Together." Satella replies with her cue.

"I also want to apologize for the bad first impression." Ernest slightly lowered his body giving a gesture of respect.

"If I can be honest!" Satella immediately raised her hand. Ernest looked serious.

"You explained it was bad Ernest. I didn't understand the material just now, not because it was complicated but the way you explained it was too nervous and not smooth. You speak when you explain less clearly!" Satella was critical.

"Eng. yes, as a mage I am very amateur. I'm nineteen years old too, I haven't matured as a mage working for the magic ministry." Ernest.

"Sorry it hurts but, I think you're less talented." Satella frankly.

"Sorry." Satella.

The new Satella reached the level of toxic speech equivalent to a quarter of Isyana's mouth. But what Ernest felt was already this painful, but Satella came with good intentions.

"Do you have goals, ambitions, dreams or anything like that?" Satella asked, casually while Ernest was nervous towards Satella.

"Nothing." The answer.

"It's just worth it." Murmured Satella.

"Since childhood I lived with my beloved mother without a father. Just so I can look great in my mom's eyes I think that's enough." Ernest.

Satella.

Point of view.

At this point there is a difference in point of view. Satella since childhood is taught the basics of culture whose viewpoint is good. Satella does not know the meaning of dystopia. Satella knew only the ideal life of aristocratic nobility. The only injury Satella had was that of her late mother when she was a child. Satella thinks Ernest's father died as a royal servant while on duty.

satella's interpretation was different from the one Ernest told.

While Ernest's childhood was rather grim. His mother was not left dead by his father, but was left responsible.

Ernest was a class of commoners with handsome looks. In this age, Ernest's case had only one answer without many other hypotheses.

Is a forbidden love between a commoner girl and a noble man. Culture forbids it, but something happens. In an age where the sword of justice has not been removed from the stone, the point of view is still limited to the harm of the common maiden. At this time, there was no guilt in the eyes of the noble man.

POV end'S...

What does Ernest really need from this Satella.

~connect~