History Projects

“Miho, I need you to run back to the kingdom and tell Gali to send her fastest elves to make contact with her people. I wish to talk to their leader, to form an alliance. We are going to need allies if the Order really has become our enemy. Do either of you know of any groups that are at odds with the Order that wouldn’t automatically confirm their suspicions that we are evil?” asked John as he and the twins walked down the halls, waiting until the last minute to split up and go to their respective classes.

“Nope. Wait! Oh... no, I don’t,” Miho said as she stared off.

“Nor do I, off the top of my head. I’ll talk to a few contacts and see if they know any groups or people that would be willing to assist us,” Mikuru told John, who nodded in agreement.

“Yes, we can’t count out some individuals who may have problems with the Order but still aren’t mustache twirling evil,” John said as he reached Mrs. Wentworth’s classroom. “You both know what to do. Perhaps I can even convince Mrs. Wentworth to help,” said John with a chuckle.

“She would be a powerful ally for sure, but her power would no doubt come with a price,” Mikuru warned, just in case John decided to go through with his idea.
“Depending on the price, it could be worth it,” said John as he opened the door to his next class, giving the twins a wave as they walked off. John made his way to his desk and sat, waiting for Mrs. Wentworth to come in. As the class waited for their teacher, John couldn’t help but overhear the gossip that was spreading about him. Apparently his complete and total destruction of Frank in a fight had spread like wildfire. Frank’s social status had dropped drastically, with none of the popular girls wanting to talk to him, his football buddies made him the team bitch, and Vanessa had broken up with him. John chuckled at that last bit, knowing full well he ordered his **** to break up with him, in front of everybody, and to make the biggest scene possible.

The gossip continued for a few more minutes before Mrs. Wentworth came into the classroom from her office. She had a stern look on her face, one that instantly shut every student up and they immediately went to attention.

“Attention class. In the upcoming weeks, you all will be given a topic to do a report on. I will meet with each of you during this period and we will discuss which event, time period, or historical figure you should cover. We will be going in alphabetical order by last name. I will call out your name and you will follow me into my office and we shall discuss the topic. It should no longer than 10 minutes per student. Ok, Miss Abal, you shall be first,” explained Mrs. Wentworth. A cute, Middle Eastern girl no taller than 5’4” with A cup tits but a firm ass, got up and followed her teacher into her office. With nothing else to do, John checked around his UI while he waited for his turn.

40 minutes later

“Mr. Newman, come,” ordered Mrs. Wentworth. John, not one to upset probably eh most powerful mage he knew, quickly made his way into her office, closing the door behind him. The pop up that appeared before John as soon as he closed the door, let him know he was now in her barrier. John figured this was to allow them more time to talk than the rest. He took the seat across from her desk, and waited for her to speak to him.
“You’ve had quite the day, haven’t you, Mr. Newman?” asked Mrs. Wentworth.

“I’m sure you already know the answer to your own question,” retorted John. The left corner of MRs. Wentworth’s mouth curled a little, letting John know she approved of his answer.

“That I do. Enslaving Vanessa, humiliating Frank, then having your new **** humiliate him even more,” she started, “Do you plan to use your powers to get back at every bully you’ve ever had?” she asked, more serious this time.

“No, those two were always the worst and longest bullies I’ve had. I finally had the power to get back at them for all the years of **** that they had given me, can you blame me for wanting vengeance?” asked John. Mrs. Wentworth looked directly into his eyes, as if she was looking directly into her soul.

“I do understand the thirst for vengeance, young Newman. While yours is childish and pathetic, I can tell it is a just cause for you. As such I will allow you to keep your ****, since I believe her being bonded with you will help improve my plans for her,” revealed Mrs. Wentworth but before John could ask a follow up about the question, she gave him a clear glare not to pry. “Now, onto your project. You will be researching Nazi Germany. I suggest you pay very good attention to it, because I have a feeling you’ll be needing this knowledge in the future. While you can choose what aspect of Nazi Germany you would like to research, I suggest you look at their Occult happenings. I’m sure you’ll find useful information there,” the teacher told her student.

“Right, you want to use this project as an excuse for me to research the Nazis that are in town, right?” asked John. “To get an idea of what they’ve done and maybe figure out what they are doing. How am I doing?” asked a smug John.

“You are correct. The Nazis are up to something, Mr. Newman, and I believe you are at the center of it,” confessed Mrs. Wentworth. “But you have more pressing matters, don’t you, Mr. Newman?” asked the powerful mage. John knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Yeah, I do. Moira and a group of order thugs attempted to apprehend me and the twins,” he told her. “I was able to beat them tho. They seemed pretty shocked I could use paladin abilities,” continued John. He could see her face contort when he mentioned that, but she said nothing. He figured she was waiting until he finished before she asked any questions. “So, after Moira retreated, I decided to recruit as many allies as I can to help me fight them off. I have some of my companions looking into entering talks with her people’s government. I was wondering if, perhaps…” John started before he was interrupted by Mrs. Wentworth.

“If I would join you? Perhaps young Newman. I have no love for the Order and this would help advance my plans. But if I help you, I will expect your assistance with a matter of my own someday in the future,” warned the mage.

“What assistance?” asked John, Mikuru’s words fresh in his mind.

“That I cannot say because I have no immediate need for your skills. Do not worry, it will not be something trivial and I’ll make sure that you can somehow benefit from it as well. Whether it be from items, potential allies, or potential slaves,” she said with a clear smirk. “So, where will we meet to discuss your plans?” she asked.
“Oh, well, Gaia kinda gave me a kingdom. You need a brand to be able to get into it. I think I can give you an Advisor Brand, if you’d like. It would give you the rank of Royal Advisor to me, and most citizens in the kingdom would defer to your judgment,” John told her. He could see the gears working in her head, as she weighed the potential pros and cons of accepting his brand, of how she could use it to her advantage.

“Very well, give me this brand of yours, and I’ll join you in your kingdom,” she said. She raised her arm and placed her hand on the desk in front of John, clearly wanting the brand on her hand, much to John’s dismay. I should have said I had to choose were to put it so I could at least feel her up thought a dejected John. He reached over and activated King’s Brand on her hand, forming an A inside of a J, on the backdrop of a paper.

John looked at the brand for a split second before it started to glow. He looked up to Mrs. Wentworth with panic on his face only to see a calm exterior by her. She simply reached out with her other hand and placed it over his brand, and then she muttered a few words he could not hear.

“There, problem solved,” she said as she looked up to see a confused look on John’s face. “It seems your spell has a rather powerful binding subspell weaved into it to prevent certain actions. I do not like to have my actions bound, Mr. Newman, so I simply removed it,” she informed him.

“Y-you can do that?” he said, flabberghasted.

“Yes. I have lived for hundreds of years young Newman, your magic may be rather powerful for someone so young and new to the Abyss, but experience trumps everything. You’d best remember that,” warned his teacher. “Now, it is about time for you to leave. The time difference of the barrier is about to match the normal time, so I must bring the next student in here to discuss their project. And, while I would normally never do this, but seeing as how you are her master, I figured it’ll be ok if I tell you that Vanessa’s project is about sexual slavery, specifically harems. I’m sure you’ll enjoy her research,” she said, giving him a quick smile. “Now, go!” she ordered.