The SSS-rank Guide Doesn't Need Saving novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Class 7-D

The ball sat heavy and cool in her palm.

The round ball, no bigger than a tennis ball, had a black sheen on it. Thin lines of glowing green light ran across three different angles.

For a brief second, Aisha felt something stir inside it. It was the same oily and cold malice that she’d felt in the hospital.

Miasma?

She narrowed her eyes, tightening her grip around the ball. Why would something like this be in a school for guides and sentinels? Before she could examine the object further, the young man jumped over his desk and snatched it from her hand.

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry!" he blurted, clutching the ball protectively away from her, as though he was afraid it might suddenly react and harm her. "I didn’t think anyone would be walking in right then... I mean, no one usually uses that door at this time. No, that’s not it. You must have been startled."

He rambled on in a flustered manner before seemingly remembering something.

"Wait—your hand. Let me see it."

He straightened up in alarm and grabbed her hand before Aisha could refuse.

"That was dangerous. The ball contains a suppressed sample of a corrupted monster. We got this assignment for this month. If whatever is inside, if it made contact with you, it could’ve—"

"It didn’t crack." Aisha withdrew her hand from his hold.

"You don’t know that." The young man wanted to grab her hand to get a thorough check, but before he could do anything else, two more students came from behind him.

A boy and girl hurried over with matching expressions of worry.

"We’re sorry about him," the girl said first. Her short, cropped brown hair swayed as she confessed. "It was our fault. If we hadn’t teased him about not completing his assignment, he wouldn’t have been frustrated. We didn’t think he’d actually get mad enough to throw it."

"I wasn’t mad," the young man retorted. "I threw it because it’s a stupid ball."

"Doesn’t matter how stupid it looks," the other boy cut in with a serious expression. "The point is, you almost got somebody hurt."

"She seemed not hurt—Ow!"

The young man exclaimed painfully while glaring at the woman. But the woman raised her clenched fist again, and he folded immediately, whimpering a protest.

"Are you alright? Were you hit anywhere?"

"I’m fine," Aisha replied.

She looked at the three people in front of her. Two of them wore the sentinel’s uniform—a black suit with a high collar embroidered in silver threads and dangling chains, and pointed, buckled boots. It also has the same crest on Aisha’s uniform. The third person wore the uniform for guides.

The two newcomers scolded the young man who threw the ball for a long time before they were finally satisfied. The young man, on the other hand, looked like he had lost his soul.

"Good reflexes. If you weren’t wearing that uniform, I would’ve mistaken you for a sentinel." The woman with short hair commented. "I’m Sabel, a D-rank sentinel."

"Hi~ I’m Kane, also a guide like you," The only guide among the three people in front of her. He had long dark green hair with a single spectacle of one of his grey eyes. "I’m a C-rank guide."

Sabel dragged the young man forward and introduced him to Aisha, "And this idiot here is Vesper. Don’t be deceived by his looks. He’s actually an A-rank sentinel."

Aisha looked at the young man named Vesper. An A-rank? What was he doing in this class?

"You must be wondering why he’s here?" Sabel seemed to understand her confusion. She shrugged and continued, "He’s not the only one. There are other high-ranked sentinels and guides here."

Aisha hadn’t expected that answer. She swept her gaze into the classroom. There were quite a lot of empty seats, some completely untouched while others had things on them, but the owners were missing. She counted at least 13 students inside this room.

"Speaking of which—what are you doing here?"

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