"...I am ready to die for you, Substitute teacher!!!"
"Substitute teacher, let me shine your shoes and cook your meals!!"
Amidst those passionate cries, the woman standing proudly beside the battlefield below gently raised her hand and waved to the gathered students, her crimson nails glinting under the sunlight.
"Hehe~ Thank you for your kind words, children."
Of course, that woman was none other than Morgana herself… She wore a long crimson dress that shimmered faintly like liquid fire, tightly fitted at the waist and chest, emphasizing her hourglass figure with almost unnatural elegance. Even among her male students, she towered above most of them, surpassing two full meters in height.
Her lips gleamed red as if painted with blood, a faint crimson hue surrounded her eyes, while her cheeks were flushed like ripe apples, giving her an allure that was both dangerous and irresistible—anyone who laid eyes on her would immediately feel the urge to take a bite, to surrender.
