After Bella shook the boy's brains and possibly fractured his skull, we were sent to the Head Minister's office. Her father was called, but after half an hour, a representative of the family arrived.
What an asshole. Couldn't be bothered to check on his daughter?
When the Evermore representative and Head Minister Lupin started talking, Bella was instructed to wait outside. So, now we are just sitting idly in the lounge, waiting for the outcome of their meeting.
I sure hope they don't expel her from school! I need to learn from this world, too. Being a stiff butter knife is so boring…
Bella has been sniffling since we got here. Apparently, she hurt her hand after knocking that boy's noggin. All while holding me close, snot and tears rain down on my beautiful steel blade. Something tells me her cries are not all about her injury.
Dammit, Bell, keep it together! I know getting expelled on your first day of class is terrible, but there are other schools out there, right?!
She continues weeping softly, "I'll show them!" she snorts.
That's right, Bella! Let's show them what we've got!
When she started smirking and wiping her nose, I felt her sense of dedication. It gave me hope as well.
I now know stuff about me, a Beastblade. I have other questions as well, like who put me here? How? But first, I have to focus. I must manifest a physical form! That's right, working towards a goal to solve my other problems is my first priority.
"I wonder how I'd defeat a beast with a butter knife?" Bella whispered to herself.
What she said dawned on me. I suddenly realized that being a blunt butter knife couldn't kill anything!
Beasts?! You mean monsters?! How big are they anyway!?
"How big are they anyway?" she asked herself, snot dripping from her nose.
Oh, no! She doesn't know as well!
She held me close, staring at me. Her innocent, tearful face was near me. I assumed she was inspecting my divine properties.
Err… I know, I know… I'm an F-Class…
[Evermore Butter Knife]
F-Class Beastblade
Souls: 0/100
Affinity: Butter
Abilities: None
"Why is butter even your affinity!" she said, looking annoyed and defeated. She puts her head down.
I'm so sorry! I don't even know why! I mean, it makes sense to have a butter affinity because I'm a butter knife! What else do you expect?!
She looks up at me again, "And why don't you have any abilities?!"
I don't know as well! It's not like I was born to be a butter knife anyway! Can't you just head to the library and read stuff about it?
"I should go to the library and read about it!" she beamed with hope. Bella looked around, thinking of escaping the place before the representative and the Head Minister finished their meeting.
Ah, I like what you're thinking. If you're thinking of heading to the library now, I suggest you do it fast before they—
Suddenly, the door opens. Bella had her feet on the floor; she bolted back to the couch where she had been sitting.
"Lady Bella," the representative came out of the room first. "Thank you for waiting," he bowed his head slightly as soon as he stepped in front of her.
The representative is a tall man with fair features. His damp-looking hair is slicked back and is long enough to reach the back of his neck. He wears golden-framed eyeglasses, thin enough to see his purple eyes. His build is relatively lean, and he projects a serious aura within.
"Howlan," she said sheepishly, "Am I in trouble?"
"Not at all," The Head Minister, Lupin, followed, "Your Castellan and I agreed that you will be let off with a warning."
Castellan? What's that, a type of cake?
Bella forms a wide smile, stands up, and gives Howland a hug. "Thank you, Howland!"
Howlan responds with a chuckle, brushing his young mistress's hair to the side of her ear.
"But you only get one warning, young lady," Lupin warned, "And you have to apologize to the boy you assaulted."
"Lady Bella, will you promise me you won't get yourself in trouble anymore?" Howland knelt down and held Bella's hand.
"I promise," Bella pouts.
Howlan took notice of me in her hand, she had me grabbed like a toy, "And please be careful with your Beastblade. I'll purchase a sheath as soon as possible."
"That would be wonderful!" she exclaims, "Thank you!"
A sheath? For a butter knife? I guess it's better than nothing instead of being in her hand all day. A pocket is not an ideal place to put your butter knife, either.
Lupin clears his throat, "Well then, I suggest you go to your first class. You will make it as long as you hurry."
"Yes!" Bella gave Howlan another hug. She almost stabbed him, I merely punctured his chiseled chest, and I felt it. Then, she ran off towards a hallway that led to the building where the classrooms were, leaving Lupin and Howlan behind her.
"I got off the hook, Knifey!" she said while sprinting, "Now, let's go read some books about Beastblades!"
You're going to cut class? What a delinquent! Normally, I wouldn't allow it, but who am I to tell you that? I'm a butter knife!
Bella continued to run and changed direction to where the Grand Armory's library is. We were both excited about knowing more about Beastblades, lost in our happy thoughts.
Then, someone deliberately blocked her way, jumping right in front of her.
Bella bumped into someone, stumbled, and fell to the floor. She accidentally dropped me, and I clanked away a few steps from her.
In front of her, the bowl-cut boy, with a visibly swollen bulge on top of his head, stood tall before Bella.
"You!" Bella said defiantly, snarling, "Get out of my way!"
"Where do you think you're going? You thought I'm done with you!? I will never forgive you, brat!" the bow-cut boy said as he took out his Beastblade, a regular-looking hammer.
Bella, run!