Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 97: Expectations
Chapter 97: Expectations
William’s father was his elder brother.
They didn’t share the same surname, and almost no one knew of the connection. George was the bastard son of their father, born from a brief and disgraceful affair with a servant girl.
In elite society, such things were frowned upon, so the incident was buried quickly and thoroughly, and George had grown up in the shadows of a name he was never allowed to carry.
Still, blood was blood.
And when William enrolled, his brother had asked him personally, firmly, to keep an eye on his son, because even he was aware how troublesome the boy could be.
George had never refused.
Some might have argued that William’s mistakes were his own to bear, that George had no obligation to clean up after him. But obligation had never been the point. This was family business, whether he liked it or not.
And that brother of his was actually the only member of that family who treated him kindly. So how could he not reciprocate?
As these thoughts settled into place, the sharpness in George’s gaze faded. The calculating edge dulled, replaced once more by the familiar, kind smile he wore so effortlessly.
To anyone watching, he was just another concerned professor.
But behind that pleasant expression, George was already planning his next move.
The silence that followed stretched just long enough to become uncomfortable before it finally broke.
The male auxiliary staff member whose name was Oliver cleared his throat, straightening as though remembering his role. His earlier shock was gone, replaced by something else—professional curiosity edging into nosiness.
“Well,” he said, forcing a neutral tone, “that’s… quite the result, Elion Nova.” His eyes flicked to the tablet again, then back to Elion, lingering a second too long. “A jump like this isn’t something we see often. If you don’t mind me asking—”
“You mind,” the woman beside him cut in flatly.
She tapped her tablet once, hard, as if to punctuate the point, then looked at Elion with a more measured gaze. Unlike her colleague, her interest was restrained, tucked neatly behind protocol. “Congratulations. Your results have been recorded and verified. You’ll receive the official update through the academy database shortly.”
Oliver coughed, clearly disappointed, but nodded. “Right. Of course. Congratulations,” he added again, this time with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
From the side of the room, Selene had been vibrating with barely contained excitement.
She didn’t bother with words at first.
“HAHA!” she barked suddenly, striding forward in two quick steps.
Professor Selene’s voluptuous form moved with raw, unbridled energy—her ample curves bouncing enticingly beneath her loose blouse.
She brought her hand down hard on Elion’s back.
“I knew it! I told you! I told everyone you were hiding something!”
The slap landed solidly.
Elion flinched despite himself, a sharp hiss escaping before he could stop it. “P-Professor Selene—!”
She laughed even louder, completely unapologetic, her laughter rumbling deep in her chest and sending a subtle tremor through her soft, heaving bosom. “What? You’re tough now! A little tap won’t kill you.”
A little tap, she says! That almost snapped my shoulder blade in two!
She leaned closer, eyes gleaming with pride and challenge. “Just don’t get cocky. Talent like that only matters if you can survive long enough to use it. Just keep working hard, and you will go far in the world.”
Despite the pain, Elion couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips. That was Selene—boisterous, blunt, and honest to a fault.
Eveline approached next, her steps unhurried, her expression composed as ever. She glided forward with an effortless grace, her lithe body a study in controlled elegance—slender hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm, the curve of her waist accentuated by the way her blouse tucked neatly into her skirt.
Her skin glowed with a subtle sheen, and as she drew near, the faint outline of her pert nipples pressed against the thin fabric.
She stopped in front of him and studied his face for a long moment, her eyes sharp with appraisal rather than surprise.
“Congratulations, Elion,” she said softly. “You’ve exceeded everyone’s expectations.”
She paused, then smiled.
“Which means,” she continued, “I’ll be expecting nothing but the best from you in my sessions from now on. No excuses. No holding back. If you disappoint me…” She tilted her head slightly. “Well. That would be such a shame.”
Elion felt a chill run down his spine and nodded immediately. “I understand, Professor.”
Behind them, George finally stepped forward.
His smile was warm, practiced, and perfectly in place, the image of a proud instructor pleased by a student’s success. “Well done, Elion,” he said, clapping his hands together lightly. “This is an extraordinary achievement, especially at your age. The academy will be watching your progress closely.”
Elion met his gaze.
For just a fraction of a second, something cold flickered beneath that smile—gone so quickly it might have been imagined.
“Continue to work hard,” George went on smoothly. “And remember that growth comes with responsibility. I trust you won’t forget that.”
“I won’t,” Elion replied evenly.
George’s smile widened just a touch, satisfied, before he stepped back, already masking his thoughts behind courtesy and composure.
With the congratulations delivered and the formalities concluded, the tension in the room eased—but it did not disappear. If anything, it simply changed shape.
Elion stood at the center of it all, keenly aware that with a single assessment, he had crossed an invisible line.
From this moment on, he wasn’t just another student.
He was a name people would remember.
And a piece others would want to claim.
“That concludes your assessment, Elion Nova,” she said. “Now that your results have been recorded and verified, there’s no need to linger. You are free to go.”
Oliver added, unable to keep a hint of curiosity from his voice, “You’ll receive the official update through the academy database shortly. Expect… follow-up inquiries.”
Selene snorted. “You say that like he doesn’t already know.”
Eveline turned her gaze to Elion, eyes sharp and thoughtful. “Don’t let this get to your head,” she said calmly. “Results are only potential. What matters is how you use it.”
Then her lips curved faintly. “Though I do expect far more from you going forward.”
Elion inclined his head. “I understand, Professor.”
George stepped forward last, hands clasped behind his back, his expression warm and approving. “Well done, Elion. You’ve done the academy proud today. Continue to train diligently—and remember that discipline matters just as much as talent.”
Elion met his eyes and nodded once. “I will.”
The woman gestured toward the door. “You may leave.”
Why does it feel like they are trying to chase me away while trying to keep me in here for just a little bit longer?
As Elion turned to go, Selene called after him, her voice loud and teasing, “Don’t get soft just because you impressed a few old folks! I’ll be watching you in combat class!”
He allowed himself a small smile. “I wouldn’t dare.”
The door slid open, and Elion stepped back into the corridor just as Aria was approaching the chamber.
She paused when she saw his calm smile, her face lighting up instantly. “All done?”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “You’re up. Good luck.”
Aria smiled brightly, squeezing his hand as she passed.
“I won’t need it,” she said with a confidence that made him chuckle before the doors slid shut behind her.
The moment he stepped back into the corridor, it was like walking into a storm.
Students surged toward him, their voices overlapping, questions flying from every direction.
