Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 40: Chapter 39: Plans / St. Astra’s Academy for Young Ladies

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Chapter 39: Plans / St. Astra’s Academy for Young Ladies As I stand to leave, my mother stops me. “One final matter,” she says, standing up. “If you intend to return to St. Astra’s, arrangements must be made. You’ll need to be registered for the upcoming semester, the faculty needs to be given proper notice, and you need to reacquaint yourself with the grounds.” “That makes s-sense,” I say, nodding slowly. She studies me briefly before continuing. “Would you care to tour the academy tomorrow morning?” she asks. I hesitate for a moment before responding with a nod. “Yes, Mother. I think that might be best.” She nods and walks me over to the door. “Good,” she states plainly before opening the door. “Tomorrow morning then.” Mary is standing outside of the door, waiting on me. “My Lady, you still have about thirty minutes until dinner is served,” she says. “Would you like to return to your friends in the library?” I nod and step into the hall. Mary, having received confirmation, has already turned and started to walk away, expecting me to follow. Behind me, the door shuts. I follow behind her but don’t get far before I hear my name called out by a familiar voice which causes me to pause. “Beira.” I turn and see Angus walking toward me. “May I have a moment of your time?” he asks me, then glances at Mary. “It won’t take long.” “Y-yes?” I try not to blush, but I can feel the heat rising as I remember the talk I had just had with my parents about Angus. “Well, I was just wondering…” he starts but his voice trails off as he looks over my shoulder. I look back and see Mary with the most peculiar look on her face. Oh, she could probably hear what my parents were saying about us as she waited in the hall. Please don’t stare daggers at him, Mary Eonni! Glancing at me, Mary’s face drops back to a neutral expression. She dips into a deep curtsey, then turns back around, clearly waiting. Angus clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “Ehm. As I was saying,” he continues, taking my hand as he speaks, “Tomorrow, after lunch, would you like to go to the art museum you used to love?” I nod, a little too quickly. “I would like that, but I have some things I already agreed to take care of in the morning with my mother. I don’t know how long that will take,” I say. “I’ll mention it to them,” he says. “I was actually on my way to speak to them when I saw you. Assuming your afternoon is clear, I’ll see you then?” I nod and he raises my hand to his lips. He smiles and lightly brushes them against my fingers before dropping my hand and stepping back. “Well then, I shall see you at dinner, Lady Beira.” He turns and makes his way to the office I had just left and knocks before opening the door. I turn and follow Mary as she resumes the task of leading me back to my friends. ****************************************************************** Last night, after dinner, a letter arrived from the royal tailor informing us that there was an issue with my dress, though he assured us it would be ready in time for the princess’s ball. The letter didn’t say what the issue was, which clearly bothered my mother, despite her composed exterior. My father laughed it off and did his best to placate her, though I could tell it still got under her skin. Afterward, we passed the time playing another game of Affinity Siege, this time, with Angus joining us. It turns out, on the battlefield, Angus can be quite ruthless. He worked with me to take both Izzy and Mari down… only to stab me in the back and claim victory for himself. I suppose the saying is true... all’s fair in love and war. It was all in good fun, though. The following morning, Mary wakes me early and helps me get dressed. I notice that she is taking special care to ensure my presentation is impeccable. Likely, this is a decision of my mother’s, but I know that with where we are going, I am likely to be scrutinized for the tiniest flaw. Once Mary is finished fussing over me, I emerge from my room and