Lead the streakers to Davella.

You don't even knock. Quickly, you pull open the door, and you're almost knocked to the ground by the two humiliated girls just wanting to find a safe place to rest. You shut the door as they continue inside. Eva backs up slowly, almost into your arms, and trembles as she continues to hold herself tight. You look down her body from behind, and she certainly still has no ability to cover her backside.

Malakae leans back against the headmaster's desk, panting. She looks extremely tense. Her eyes are staring daggers at the floorboards, fighting her inner desires. You watch closely, and notice the hand clenching between her legs move slightly, but quickly, she slides it down and begins concealing herself with her arm inside as she slouches over and whimpers.

Neither even think to look to see if the room is vacant.

You look forwards to see Professor Davella standing before the windows of her office with her back turned. The light illuminates her bright red hair. Her elven ears twitch, and she slowly turns with a calm demeanour to greet your entry.

"Hello, students. What can I do for you? Perhaps get you some pants," she teases.

"You'll regret what you've done, Davella." Those terrifying dragon eyes are piercing through somebody else finally. "My father will absolutely destroy everything about you. Your name. Your reputation. And then finally, your body."

"Oh my. It seems you have awoken. Interesting. You have a strong mind, Vraelion. This should not be a surprise to me, but lately, I have been met with a lot of surprises."

"I have the sprite. Now get us out of here," you demand.

"Congratulations," she replies. "I was worried you would not be able to find a way to capture it. You are interesting indeed. And I trust you do not mind me disappearing after this. I would hate to see what happens if this young lady's threats were to come to pass."

"Why did you do this to begin with?" Eva asks.

"I do not know why I would answer that. I will simply say that I seek knowledge."

"So you created a school that was meant to trap us," you say.

"In a way. Though, my original dream was not exactly like this. Your sprite really did a number on my craftsmanship. I admit that I only know about eighty percent of what I see around me. It truly is a strange creation."

"One you read in a book," you say. "One with pictures. Characters going to school."

She hesitates for a moment. "Ah. I was not aware other copies existed."

"Oh it's far more than that. There are millions of copies of all sorts of different stories like the one you've read. At least, if I'm right about my hunch. You found a manga. Maybe even a light novel instead. This isn't the first time I've come across something like this. Somebody once told me about one with a certain special, laser-beam attack called the kamehameha."

Her eye twitches. "Excuse me? You have gazed upon these scripts yourself? That is impossible."

Malakae gives you a strange look. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh I've done more than gaze upon them," you say. "I know of so many by name. Dragon Ball. One Piece. Blue Exorcist. One Punch Man. There are so many, and although I haven't read all the ones that exist, I can safely say that I can read them."

It's just like Lynx. If they have them here, they surely have to translate them piece by piece. That would be nearly impossible.

"You say you can translate them? That simply is not possible. I am the best at such a thing, and I have the largest collection I know about, yet I have barely been able to translate them at all."

"The one with Goku. Dragon Ball. He learned the kamehameha from Roshi, his sensei. I could tell you so much more about that story."

"But I am missing so much of it! H-He has a son, and he is stolen, and certainly nobody knows--"

"Raditz flies away with him, but Goku and Piccolo team up to beat him. And then... somebody dies."

"No spoilers!" she screams.

The room is silent for a moment.

"Ahem." She looks around and takes a deep breath. "Let us say for a moment that I believe you. Let us strike a deal. If you trade me information on these scripts, I will give you something in return."

Come on out now. I really have no clue what we're going to do here. I just wanted to probe some information out of her. I have a lot to think about now.

You hold out your hand, and the tiny sprite floats out of your chest and lands on your palm. "There's nothing you have that I want. Now just break the spell already. I have no idea how we'd catch you, but I just want out, and I have a feeling my two companions want that too."

She clenches her teeth. "Impossible. Of course you must want something."

"I'll think about it. It's hard to come up with something while I'm trapped in here."

Davella grumbles and pulls a small yellow crystal from her pocket. "This here is the core. It holds together the dream. If you will, wild sprite, fly into this and cause one last disruption. It should **** everybody awake."

It flutters over and inspects it closely.

Malakae shifts uncomfortably against the desk. "Ugh. Today, please!"

The sprite then stops. It pretends to yawn, and then starts to drift away from it.

"Wh--... Hey! I said please!" she barks, red in the face.

Finally it soars right into the crystal. There's a blindingly bright light, and then your mind goes fuzzy.